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

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

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

what Percival had

me. Vivienne's uncles from the Perez family would never agree, and you know her standing within the Perez family. If they don't agree, my hands are tied." Arthur's

Vivienne, "...'

it, the

look before respectfully addressing Arthur, "I only came to seek your opinion. As for the uncles, I will personally visit them and

Arthur temporarily at

dark gleam flashed

the doorstep, Percival casually glanced back at the Linklater family,

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

The next day.

the family joined Grandpa at

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

we'll find someone else."

a new chef could take days. Maybe,

glare made

concerned

lips curled into a cold smile, "You could move in

Dracon's face turned red, but he dared

fear of Arthur

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

expression darkened, "They've got

is it?" Vivienne

the young master, kneeling outside

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

her tone indifferent, "If she enjoys kneeling

turning to Yorick, "Dad,

the butler, "Let her kneel further away, don't let her dirty

young to act so disgracefully, tarnishing their

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