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,

the likes of her. It was comforting to know he

excused himself with a brief, “Enjoy your meal. I

back to Mirabella. “The

air of arrogance.”

you expect from the top

jaw dropped in disbelief. “The top of the class, and he’s moonlighting as a chef?”

job has its value,” Mirabella replied, returning her attention to

touched his nose self–consciously. “Why do you always

picking on him?” Mirabella shot back, her gaze steady on her brother.

eyes, feigning innocence. “Me, picking on him? I’m just stating

that pushing further would only make Leo more defensive.

grandfather’s newly developed medicinal recipe.

“You mean