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,

provocation, "I don't need

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

what Percival had been

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

Vivienne, "...'

it, the

Arthur, "I only came to seek your

smooth talk left Arthur temporarily

protective nature of the Perez brothers, a dark gleam flashed in Arthur's eyes, "Then

at the

"Nothing so far, but the quieter it is,

The next day.

the family joined Grandpa at the table

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

find someone else." Yorick said

a new chef could take days. Maybe, for now,

Yorick's glare made

concerned for

could move in with her, show your filial

but he dared

of Arthur was

reporting to Yorick, "Sir, the Wright

"They've got

is it?"

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

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

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

Yorick, "Dad, I've finished

her dirty the Linklater family's grounds." Yorick remained silent, but his anger was evidently even

disgracefully, tarnishing their

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