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,

Percival's provocation, "I don't

you'll adhere to the agreed-upon rules of

what Percival had been waiting

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

Vivienne, "...'

knew it,

to seek your opinion.

Arthur temporarily at

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

at

"Nothing so far, but the quieter it is,

The next day.

Arthur abstaining from cooking, the family joined Grandpa at the table for

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

find someone else." Yorick said

take days.

Yorick's glare made his legs go

just concerned for

cold smile, "You could move

red, but he

of Arthur was

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

"They've

it?" Vivienne

to the young master, kneeling outside

said if she doesn't receive the young master's

indifferent, "If she enjoys kneeling so much, let

to Yorick, "Dad, I've

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

prominent family in Rivenwood, had allowed their young to act so disgracefully, tarnishing

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