Steal His Heart
Penelope hastily caught up and overheard the conversation between Susanne and Arielle.
Confused by their words, she asked, “The speed of food preparation? Ms. Moore, does Sann Group
open restaurants too?”
Arielle placidly replied, “Not by Sann Group. It’s my restaurant.”
When Penelope wanted to delve further, Susanne proudly interjected, “Have you heard of Maureen’s
Kitchen before? It belongs to my daughter-in-law. Many of the recipes are tweaked by her personally.”
Hearing that, Penelope widened her eyes in surprise.
She had barely paid attention to the news online ever since her family went bankrupt. Hence, despite
hearing about Maureen’s Kitchen before, she did not know that Arielle was the person behind it.
That was the most popular restaurant in Chanaea recently!
She could not forget the taste of the dishes even until now after visiting the restaurant once with the
boss of a karaoke bar.
She had even planned to take her parents for another visit after she had earned enough money. Yet, it
was totally out of her expectations that it was a restaurant opened by Arielle!
If this is so, how else can I compare myself to Arielle? Am I trying to make a fool out of myself for trying
to compete against the boss of Maureen’s Kitchen on cooking skills?
The next moment, Penelope saw Arielle putting her grilled fish on the table, right next to hers.
As the saying goes, comparisons were never helpful. Even without tasting the dish, anyone could tell
that Arielle’s grilled fish was much better than Penelope’s from just the looks.
The latter had failed miserably in every way—the color, the presentation, and the ingredients used.
Unbothered by how Penelope’s face went pale white, Susanne deliberately said, “Come and give it a
try first. Since the both of you made the same dish, it’ll be good if you can find out where you’re lacking
at.”
Those words only made Penelope feel worse. Under Susanne’s watchful eyes, she picked up a small
piece of fish and put it into her mouth.
Before the flavors spread in her mouth, she tried to convince herself that good looks were not
equivalent to good taste.
But in the next second, the chunk of fish melted in her mouth.
How did she manage to make the fish so tender? And her blend of sauces is totally different from mine.
It’s tangy and not too watery yet not overly thick; the fish is seasoned to perfection.
Penelope was certain she had never eaten such a delicious dish before!
“How is it?” Susanne raised a brow. “Can you tell the difference now?”
In truth, the difference she was referring to was not purely their cooking skills but also the differences
between them.
There was almost no need for Arielle to say anything, yet there was a gap that set them miles apart.
In that instance, Penelope found that she was seemingly reduced to dust, to the point she had the urge
to escape from reality.
The feeling of shame that the fish had brought her was so intense, much more than any other
circumstances.
“Let’s eat first,” Vinson interrupted timely to stop Susanne from her continuous verbal attacks against
Penelope.
Nevertheless, he had only touched Arielle’s grilled fish throughout the entire meal, almost as though he
had completely ignored Penelope’s fish.
Of course, Penelope could hardly eat anything. What made her feel worse was when she saw how
Arielle’s dish was almost gone while hers was the complete opposite by the time they finished eating.
She sat at the dining table for a long time, unable to get over it. Right then, she heard Susanne’s
instructions to Geoffrey. “Let that woman spend the night here in the room that the previous chef stayed
in.”
Her face darkened as soon as she heard that.
Luckily, she still had control over her rationality. Even though she had to sleep in the servants’ quarters,
she figured she had succeeded in making herself stay at Vinson’s house, on the brighter side.
As long as she could stay, there would be a possibility that she could capture the heart of Vinson!
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