Sasha was about to add more to the conversation when Vivienne's gaze landed on the cake in her hand.

She hadn't tried this flavor before, and though she was sure it wouldn't beat a slice of good old apple pie, being picky at a moment like this seemed downright immature. Sasha quickly hid it behind her back.

She'd already had her share, why was she still eyeing hers?

Seeing Arthur wouldn't be out of the kitchen anytime soon, Sasha shot Percival a look, silently assigning him a critical mission.

To keep watch.

As the two of them were enjoying their sneaky treat, Arthur emerged from the kitchen, a tray in hand, his voice booming excitedly from afar, "Honey, darling, breakfast is served! Today we've got beef stew with homemade biscuits..."

Sasha nearly choked.

Vivienne decisively swallowed her last bite.

Percival calmly stepped forward to greet Arthur, cleverly blocking his view.

"Who let you in?"

Arthur frowned, clearly displeased, "And keep it down. My daughter isn't married to you yet; don't get too cozy."

Arthur took a step towards Sasha and Vivienne's direction.

Percival tried to intervene again, but Sasha had already come forward, crumbs still lingering at the corner of her mouth.

Arthur noticed immediately and leaned in, curious, "Honey, what did you eat?"

Caught off guard, Sasha pursed her lips, trying to sound casual, "...I was just really hungry, had a biscuit."

Arthur was filled with guilt, blaming his slow pace for leaving his wife famished.

"Honey, breakfast is ready, let's go eat."

Then, the cake box Sasha had been hiding fell from behind the chair, rolling to Arthur's feet.

wasn't

Sasha with a mix of hurt and betrayal,

shot Vivienne a glare before soothing Arthur, "Hubby, let me explain. You have to believe

made too much and wanted

cook it for her. You, mind your own business. Come on, wife and daughter, let's go

their tracks, "No offense, but perhaps, the dishes you make aren't exactly to the master's and Vivienne's taste." Arthur paused, turning

stated, "They're not

"Are you saying you're better

not contradicting the

Arthur couldn't let it slide. Not in front

have a

interjected, aware of her

if word gets out, people will

of all the practice, she couldn't bear

you want to compete?

off,

his intent, if I win, I expect

"Funny, I was thinking the same. If you lose, let's push the wedding to

didn't want to wait

front of the kitchen, Arthur

"What's the

and a smile across his face, "Since Vivienne loves pasta, let's make her favorite: hand-pulled

Arthur snorted.

this specific skill from the Dorian family, a

was sure

the kitchen, leaving Sasha and Vivienne

forehead, already anticipating the

here, we might as well think of how to console

more bringing people

it. Why shouldn't I defend Mr. Wolf? This is

contestants presented

mystery what

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