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

provocation, "I don't need

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

realizing this was what Percival had been waiting

the Perez family. If they don't agree, my hands are tied." Arthur's tone suggested a challenge: if you're so capable,

Vivienne, "...'

knew it,

seek your opinion. As for the uncles, I will personally visit them and ensure you

talk left Arthur temporarily

Perez brothers, a dark gleam

out, at the doorstep, Percival casually glanced back at the Linklater family, "Have you

far, but the quieter it is,

The next day.

from cooking, the family joined

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

someone else." Yorick

take days. Maybe, for now, Auntie

glare made

concerned for

cold smile, "You could move in

but he dared not say another word against Arthur's

of Arthur was

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

"They've

it?"

came to personally apologize to the young master, kneeling outside our front gate, saying..." Sasha

receive the

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

turning to Yorick, "Dad, I've

with 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

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