At that moment, Sasha tasted the spaghetti that Percival had passed her, the familiar flavor once again flooding her mouth. Her expression changed rapidly before settling into a calm demeanor; after all, showing too much emotion could give her away.

"Is it not good?" Arthur's heart sank.

In an effort to protect Arthur's confidence, Sasha hastily shook her head, "No, not at all. I think they're both delicious. It's just that they each have their unique charm. If I had to choose, I'd say it's a tie." Vivienne, "..."

Percival, "..."

Arthur was touched by Sasha's blatant favoritism, though he already knew the outcome of the contest.

To ensure fairness, the bowls had been mixed up.

Only by checking the marks under the bowls could they know who made which dish.

But now, it seemed unnecessary to look.

He was well aware that his culinary creations were not up to par, even by his own standards.

Only his wife stood by him every time, supporting everything he wanted to do.

Arthur's disappointment was evident, prompting Sasha to gently take his hand and reassure him.

"Honey, it's okay. You're just not cut out for this, but it doesn't mean you're not a good father. Our daughter is grown up. Express yourself in your own way; you don't have to struggle with this." Vivienne rarely spoke up, but this time she agreed, "I second that."

Mainly because she truly did not want to eat any more of those dishes.

It was torture.

Arthur brightened up, "Sweetheart, are you saying you're finally accepting me?"

Vivienne deadpanned, "I'm just agreeing you shouldn't cook."

Arthur's spirits dimmed again.

"If you're interested,

at Percival's provocation, "I don't need your help, I have someone to

nodded, "As you wish, but I hope you'll adhere to the agreed-upon rules

huffed, realizing this was what

the Perez family would never agree, and you know her standing within the Perez family. If they don't

Vivienne, "...'

knew it, the old

your opinion. As for the

smooth talk left Arthur temporarily at a loss

the Perez brothers, a dark gleam flashed in Arthur's

out, at the doorstep, Percival casually glanced back at the Linklater family, "Have you noticed anything these past few

so far, but the quieter it is, the more likely someone's about to lose

The next day.

Arthur abstaining from cooking, the family joined Grandpa at the table for

"Dad, Auntie has been complaining about the new chef's cooking, saying she can't get used to it. I visited her yesterday, and she looked pale, plus with her injuries, I'm

we'll find someone else." Yorick

could take days.

Yorick's glare made his legs

concerned for Auntie's

lips curled into a cold smile, "You could move

turned red, but he dared not say another word

fear of Arthur was

butler hurried in, reporting to

"They've

it?" Vivienne

the young master, kneeling outside our front gate, saying..." Sasha finished for him,

appeared troubled, "She said if she doesn't receive the young master's forgiveness, she won't

her eyes, her tone indifferent, "If she enjoys kneeling

Yorick, "Dad, I've finished

don't let her dirty the Linklater family's grounds." Yorick remained silent, but his anger was

to act so disgracefully, tarnishing their reputation. Especially Alyssa, harboring

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