Penelope could not help but feel frantic internally.
Among all the skills she had, only her cooking skills were presentable.
How else will I be of a match to Arielle if I’m inferior to her in cooking skills too?
Nonetheless, she dispelled that thought at once.
Good knife skills aren’t equivalent to good cooking skills. Ultimately, the most critical component of cooking is still the taste. I’m confident that I can grasp that better than a spoilt brat like Arielle, who has never done any household chores! She will never be able to make her food taste better than mine!
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