"Of course it's true. I saw it with my own eyes! Seraphina was the head chef, and Caden was her sous chef. His knife skills are really good," Cecilia Ashworth vouched for Caden Reginald. To be honest, she'd been shocked when she saw it too. The thought of Caden Reginald cooking was just unimaginable.
"Why do I get the feeling I'm short one grandson?" Mr. Reginald muttered with a frown.
He'd never seen that stinking brat cook a single meal for his old man—he hadn't even poured him a glass of water. The more he thought about it, the more Mr. Reginald felt like he'd just taken ten thousand points of critical damage.
Hearing Mr. Reginald's muttering, Mr. Ashworth, who had been displeased just a moment ago, instantly cheered up. "Mr. Reginald, this isn't something you can get just by being envious. Try not to be so jealous, ha!"
"Get lost!" Mr. Reginald shot a glare at Mr. Ashworth and huffed. "My grandson cooked it. That gives me even more reason to stay and eat here."
