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

already irritable, bristled at Percival's provocation, "I don't need your help, I

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

was what Percival

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

Vivienne, "...'

knew it,

to seek your opinion. As for the uncles, I

talk left Arthur temporarily at

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

the doorstep, Percival casually glanced back at the

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

The next day.

from cooking, the family joined Grandpa at the table for

can't get used to it. I visited her yesterday, and she looked pale, plus with her injuries,

we'll find someone else."

new chef could take

finish, Yorick's glare made his legs go

just concerned

could move in with

face turned red, but he dared not say another word

fear of

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

"They've got some

it?"

family's eldest daughter, Alyssa. She came to personally apologize to the young master, kneeling outside our front

doesn't receive the young master's forgiveness, she won't rise from

"If

turning to Yorick, "Dad, I've finished

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

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

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