Raven had always been a quick learner. Whether it was picking up a new skill or mastering it in record time, she had a natural edge...and cooking was no exception.
The moment she decided to step into the kitchen, she already had a plan.
The dinner would be simple. But the effort behind it? That would be priceless.
Propping her phone up, she played a cooking video, rolled up her sleeves, and tied on an apron. In a matter of seconds, she switched modes—from Ivy... to chef.
Her movements were swift and precise.
The knife glided effortlessly through vegetables, slicing them into neat, even pieces. She stirred the pan with confidence, adjusted the flame without hesitation, and plated the food with surprising finesse—like a professional.
Almost like a Michelin chef.
Outside, the staff watched in stunned silence.
"Madam is… kind of amazing," one of them whispered.
"Kind of?" another scoffed softly. "Look at that cutting—so smooth!"
