The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 119

Vivienne took a glance at the pasta in front of her, deciding it might be better to let someone else be the guinea pig.

She stood up, carrying five plates of pasta to the kitchen to dump them out. "I'll give it another shot."

Though it was her first time cooking pasta, she had often watched Cordelia cook. She should be doing things right.

However, fifteen minutes later, Percival and the others were once again staring speechlessly at the pasta in front of them.

"Did you add too much vinegar this time?" Leopold grimaced, struggling to understand the overwhelming sour taste.

Vivienne's face fell. "I'll try again."

"No!"

Before the others could stop her, she was back in the kitchen.

Throughout the night, she was in a competition with herself, continuously cooking pasta. Percival and the others were forced to be her testers, tasting until they were pale and miserable.

"I'm tired, and I’m not hungry anymore. Can you ask Thomas to take me to my mom's?" Isolde was the first to surrender, wishing she could have left earlier.

"I'll take you!" Leopold immediately stood up, afraid Vivienne might stop him, and he quickly left with Isolde.

"Ah, I just remembered, the boss' car needs gas. There's a fifty percent discount at the gas station by the east gate. I need to fill up before midnight." Thomas made up an excuse, clearly upset that Leopold had taken his chance, and left as well.

Soon, only Vivienne and Percival were left at the table.

Upon seeing Vivienne staring at the pasta with a look of determination, Percival couldn't help but chuckle. It was amusing to discover something this girl wasn't good at.

"I'll teach you." He stood up, wrapping his uninjured left arm around her waist from behind. His smile was radiant as he leaned on her shoulder.

"You know how?" Vivienne glanced at him, looking somewhat unconvinced.

Percival led her into the kitchen, directing her to light the stove, start the pot, make the soup, and add sliced beef and vegetables. He grabbed her left hand and cracked two eggs into the pot, guiding her step by step to make two plates of pasta.

When it came to seasoning, he noticed Vivienne mistook sugar for salt and quickly stopped her. He then saw her about to add pepper to the pot.

He shook his head and finally understood why her pasta tasted so weird.

After stopping Vivienne's "bold" attempts several times, the pasta were finally ready.

Back at the dining table, Vivienne cautiously eyed the plates of beef pasta in front of her. It looked delicious, but so did the pasta she had made before, which Percival and the others claimed were awful.

She pushed the pasta towards Percival. "You eat first."

She had decided not to try it herself.

"Alright." Percival found her childish gesture amusing.

If he had known Vivienne would be different after moving in, he would have convinced her to move in sooner.

He said okay but didn't move his fork.

Vivienne knew what he meant. Although she had seen how nimble his left hand was in the kitchen, she didn't call him out. Instead, she picked up some pasta with her spoon and fed him.

After eating, Percival opened his mouth to indicate he wanted more.

"You're not tricking me, are you?" Vivienne skeptically fed him another bite. "Is it really edible?"

"Why don't you try?" Percival used his left hand to pick up a couple of pasta, feeding them to Vivienne. "This is the first meal we've cooked together. If you don't try it, I'll be upset."