The Million-Dollar Heart

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.

It wasn't on

with a mix of hurt

soothing Arthur, "Hubby, let me explain. You have to believe in yourself; your cooking is truly a gift. I

took the blame, "It's not the master's fault. I accidentally made too much and wanted the master to give it a taste." Arthur's annoyance immediately shifted towards

her. You, mind your own business. Come

perhaps, the dishes you make aren't exactly to the master's

stated, "They're not

you saying you're

just smiled, not

being provoked, Arthur couldn't let it slide. Not

let's have a

her husband's culinary skills-or lack

is my apprentice; if word gets out, people will say you're bullying the younger generation." Arthur patted Sasha's hand,

because of all the practice, she couldn't bear to tell him the

you want to compete?

cut him off, "Enough

first then," Percival said, clearly stating his intent, if I win, I expect you to agree to proceed

same. If you

didn't want to wait

kitchen, Arthur and

"What's

smile across his face, "Since Vivienne loves pasta,

Arthur snorted.

from the Dorian family,

was sure of his

the kitchen, leaving Sasha and Vivienne outside as the judges, exchanging worried

massaged her forehead,

here, we might as well think of how to

more bringing people home to bully

was your husband who started it.

later, both contestants presented their covered bowls of

mystery what