Does Madam even know how to cook? James wondered, slowly getting back on his feet.
He cautiously glanced at Freda.
Ivy was still new to the household, and no one really knew much about her. But one thing was certain—she was the future lady of the house.
Which meant… letting her cook in the kitchen felt like a very dangerous career decision.
"Madam," Freda stepped forward with a polite yet slightly strained smile, "perhaps you could guide Chef James on what you'd like to prepare. It would be much easier that way."
Translation- Please don't touch anything.
Everyone silently agreed, nodding their heads like puppets.
They liked their jobs. They wanted to keep their jobs. And most importantly—they did not want to explain to Xander why his kitchen had turned into a disaster zone.
But the moment Freda noticed Ivy's unchanged expressions, her smile faltered.
"Then… I suppose I should refrain from using the kitchen?" she asked, her tone deceptively calm.
