Sophie Sullivan glanced at her and then looked away, heading towards the kitchen without saying a word.
When Sophie entered the kitchen, the Chief Chef stared at her, his expression guarded.
Sophie's lips curved slightly. "The Young Master asked me to cook tonight's dinner. You didn't know?"
The Chief Chef knew. That was precisely why he watched her so cautiously.
He was terrified she would concoct some witches' cuisine and poison his Young Master's delicate stomach!
What on earth is the Young Master thinking? the Chief Chef grumbled internally. How could he suddenly issue such a bizarre order? Have my cooking skills deteriorated? Miss Shaw doesn't eat midnight snacks, yet the Young Master issued such an order...
The Chief Chef was gripped by panic. I'm going to lose my position!
"Leave this to me. You all can go," Sophie rolled up her sleeves, looking as though she was about to take charge of the cooking.
