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.

smirked slightly, "If you're interested, I could

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

wish, but I hope you'll adhere to the agreed-upon

huffed, realizing this was what

the Perez family would never agree, and you know her standing within the Perez family. If they don't agree, my hands are tied." Arthur's tone suggested a challenge: if you're so

Vivienne, "...'

it,

came to seek your opinion. As for the uncles, I

left Arthur temporarily at a loss for

brothers, a dark gleam flashed in Arthur's eyes, "Then

at the Linklater family,

"Nothing so far, but the quieter it is, the

The next day.

abstaining from cooking, the family

saying she can't get used to it. I visited

find someone else." Yorick said

new chef could take days. Maybe,

finish, Yorick's glare made his legs go

concerned for Auntie's

move in

brother, you..." Dracon's face turned red, but he dared not say another

of Arthur was

the butler hurried in, reporting to Yorick, "Sir, the

expression darkened, "They've got

is it?"

Alyssa. She came to personally apologize to the young master, kneeling outside our front

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

her tone indifferent, "If she enjoys

turning to Yorick, "Dad, I've finished

instructed the butler, "Let her kneel further away, don't let her dirty

Wright family, a prominent family in Rivenwood, had allowed their young to act so disgracefully, tarnishing their reputation. Especially Alyssa, harboring ill

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