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

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

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

huffed, realizing this was what Percival had

within the Perez family. If they don't agree, my

Vivienne, "...'

it, the old

"I only came to seek your opinion. As for the uncles, I will personally visit them and ensure you are not put in a

Arthur temporarily at

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

back at the Linklater family, "Have

the quieter it is, the more likely someone's about to

The next day.

abstaining from cooking, the family joined Grandpa at the table

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

someone else." Yorick said

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

finish, Yorick's glare

concerned for Auntie's

into a cold smile, "You could move

turned red, but he dared not say

fear of Arthur was

the butler hurried in, reporting to

darkened, "They've got some

it?"

came to personally apologize to the young

appeared troubled, "She said if she doesn't receive the young master's forgiveness, she won't

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

to Yorick, "Dad,

further away, don't let her dirty the Linklater family's grounds." Yorick remained silent, but his anger was evidently even more intense

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

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