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Stellar's eyes flashed slightly. "This cup of coffee..."

Zeke's heart tightened, and he quickly took another sip.

The coffee seemed fine. Could it be that Stellar didn't like Black Ivory Coffee?

Yvonne grew anxious and said, "I... I'll make another kind of coffee!"Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

She was confident in her coffee-making skills and thought Stellar must not like the taste of Black Ivory Coffee, which was why he seemed displeased.

Just as Yvonne picked up the tray, Stellar said, "Young lady, you've misunderstood me. I wanted to say this coffee is excellent. Over the years, I've had many special reserves of Black Ivory Coffee, but your coffee surpasses them in taste." He was not knowledgeable about coffee, but his palate was very sensitive. The Mares' coffee had an exceptional flavor.

If it were not for the fact that the people who used to serve him coffee were high-ranking individuals, he might have suspected they used fake coffee to fool him.

Zeke looked up at Yvonne and asked, "Did you make this coffee?"

Yvonne was relieved and nodded shyly. "Yes."

Zeke was skeptical. "Your coffee usually doesn't taste this good. Even when Nash visits, you never showcase your coffee brewing skills!"

Yvonne blushed and said, "He's family, so I don't need to put on a show."

Zeke said in annoyance, "That's the wrong attitude. Nash is a blessing to the Mares. We must treat him with the highest respect!"

In the past, he might have agreed with Yvonne. However, after their visit to City Hall, he abandoned that thought.

Although he did not know Nash's exact status in the political world, the fact that Nash could confront the governor of Capiton and remain unharmed was enough proof of his formidable political background. Having such a relative was a blessing for the Mares.

Yvonne stuck out her tongue and said, "Alright, I get it. The next time I make coffee for Nash, I'll use everything I've learned!"

At that moment, Minerva came down from the second floor wearing a brand-new apron and said with a flattering smile, "Dad, I'm going to cook now!"

Zeke, Liam, James, and Yvonne all looked surprised.

Minerva could cook?

They had no idea!

Zeke felt a bit worried and took out

his

send a message to

Leonard: [Keep an eye on your wife.

If she messes up the dinner,

hold

you responsible!]

Leonard replied instantly: [Don't worry, Father. Minerva's

great-grandfather was a royal

A

Her Cooking is as good as any five-star hotel's!]

Feeling more relieved, Zeke turned to Yvonne and said, "Yvonne, go help in the kitchen too."

"Alright!" Yvonne nodded eagerly, then asked Stellar, "Colonel Orwell, do you have any favorite dishes or dietary restrictions?"

Stellar smiled calmly. "I'm not picky and have no dietary restrictions."

Having eaten tree bark and roots during missions at the border, he was not one to be particular about food.

Nonetheless, Yvonne felt a bit disappointed that she could not learn more about his preferences.

In the kitchen, she took out her phone and made a voice call to Nash.

Nash was still in a cab on his way back to the Mares' residence. He answered the call in a calm tone, "What's up?"

"Nash, are you familiar with Colonel Orwell?"

"Fairly well. Why?"

"Do you know what he likes to eat?"

"No idea," Nash replied bluntly.

"Could you ask him for me?" Yvonne's tone was pleading.

"He's probably at the Mares' already. Can't you ask him yourself?" Nash was exasperated, wondering why she could not inquire him directly.

"Oh, come on, Nashy. Please help me out! You're the best!" Yvonne pleaded, using her best persuasive tone.

Nash sighed and relented, "Alright, I'll ask him."

Just as he was about to end the call, Yvonne suddenly added, "One more thing, Nash. I need you to answer this honestly..."