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.

you're interested,

don't need your help, I have someone

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

realizing this was what Percival had

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, "...'

it,

seek your opinion. As

temporarily at a loss

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

at the doorstep, Percival casually glanced back at the Linklater family, "Have you noticed anything these past few

the quieter it is, the more likely someone's

The next day.

cooking, the family joined Grandpa at

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

someone else." Yorick said

new chef could take days.

Dracon could finish, Yorick's glare made his legs go

just concerned for

"You could move in with her, show your filial piety

face turned red, but he dared not say

fear of Arthur

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

darkened, "They've got

it?" Vivienne suddenly

eldest daughter, Alyssa. She came to personally apologize to the young master, kneeling

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

narrowed her eyes, her tone indifferent, "If she

to Yorick, "Dad, I've

don't let her dirty the Linklater

so disgracefully, tarnishing

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