The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 370

Vincent reflected on the slightly astringent taste of the soup he had sampled earlier. “Indeed, I may have been a bit heavy–handed with the lotus seed. Lesson learned for next- time,” Vincent said slowly, his tone even.

Mirabella nodded, her eyes then scanning the spread of dishes on the table before inquiring, “Did you whip up these dishes as well?”

“How do they taste?” Vincent probed further.

Mirabella gave a thumbs up, her smile bright. “You’ve got a real knack for cooking.”

Though the dishes were common fare, and the recipes had become standardized, every chef brought their own touch to the flavors. Vincent’s offerings, indeed, had a certain appealing zest to them.

Leo, who had been observing from the side, couldn’t help but smirk dismissively. “Talent in cooking,” he thought, “is that really something to boast about?” He conveniently forgot how he had enjoyed the meal just moments ago.

With his usual air of aloofness, Vincent felt a sense of pride at the compliment. In the Mendoza family’s younger generation, he was known to have a particular gift in the culinary arts. So, hearing Mirabella’s praise naturally stoked his ego. After all,

had long been outshone by the likes of her.

meal. I won’t intrude

left, Leo turned back to Mirabella.

air of arrogance.”

her brother. “What do you expect from the top scholar

the class, and he’s

value,” Mirabella replied,

nose self–consciously. “Why do you

not just picking on him?” Mirabella shot back, her gaze steady on her brother.

innocence. “Me, picking on him? I’m just stating facts.”

pushing further would only

of their grandfather’s newly developed medicinal

mid–chop, looking up in surprise. “You mean she’s been taste–testing Grandpa’s creations?”