The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 941

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.

Percival smirked slightly, "If you're interested, I could help."

Arthur, already irritable, bristled at Percival's provocation, "I don't need your help, I have someone to teach me!"

Percival nodded, "As you wish, but I hope you'll adhere to the agreed-upon rules of the contest."

Arthur huffed, realizing this was what Percival had been waiting for.

"But it's not just up to 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 tone suggested a challenge: if you're so capable, try convincing the Perez family.

Vivienne, "…"

She knew it, the old fox.

Percival, as if anticipating this, gave Vivienne a reassuring look before respectfully addressing Arthur, "I only came to seek your opinion. As for the uncles, I will personally visit them and ensure you are not put in a difficult position."

Percival's smooth talk left Arthur temporarily at a loss for words.

Remembering the protective nature of the Perez brothers, a dark gleam flashed in Arthur's eyes, "Then I wish you success."

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

Vivienne's gaze deepened, "Nothing so far, but the quieter it is, the more likely someone's about to lose patience."

The next day.

With Arthur abstaining from cooking, the family joined Grandpa at the table for meals.

During dinner, Dracon suddenly 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 she looked pale, plus with her injuries, I'm worried..."

"Then we'll find someone else." Yorick said sternly.

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

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