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, I could

"I don't need your help, I have someone

but I hope you'll adhere to the agreed-upon rules of the

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 capable, try convincing the Perez

Vivienne, "...'

it,

before respectfully addressing Arthur, "I only came to seek your opinion. As for

left Arthur temporarily

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

out, at the doorstep, Percival casually glanced back at the Linklater

gaze deepened, "Nothing so far, but the quieter it is, the more likely someone's about to lose

The next day.

cooking, the family joined

has been complaining about the new chef's cooking, saying she can't get used to it. I visited her yesterday, and she looked

we'll find someone else." Yorick said

a new chef could take days. Maybe,

finish, Yorick's glare

I'm just concerned

move in with her, show your filial piety

face turned red, but he dared not say another word against Arthur's fierce

fear of Arthur was

hurried in, reporting to Yorick, "Sir, the

"They've got

is it?" Vivienne

to the young master, kneeling

butler appeared troubled, "She said if she doesn't receive the young

her tone indifferent, "If she enjoys kneeling so

to Yorick, "Dad, I've

her, he instructed the butler, "Let her kneel further away, don't let her dirty the Linklater family's grounds." Yorick remained silent, but his

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

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