Chapter 132
Couldn’t she see he was trying to get to Miss Serena?
Apparently not.
How could Isabella pass up a chance to redeem herself after her earlier humiliations? How could she let go of an opportunity to showcase her connections in front of Nicholas?
Mr. Marshall was the perfect prop to boost her ego.
Isabella lifted her chin, her lips curving into a proud and confident smile. “Yes, my instructor is the renowned chef from Caldoria, Mr. Calvin p>
Mr. Marshall’s frown deepened. He clearly had no recollection of who Calvin was.
Besides, the name sounded foreign.
That immediately soured his mood. A perfectly good Elyndor native taking a foreigner as a teacher and acting so smug about it. What was there to be proud of?
Out of respect for Serena, Mr. Marshall kept his thoughts to himself and just gave a noncommittal hum.
He tried to step around Isabella.
But she was persistent.
She continued to pester him until Mr. Marshall’s expression darkened. Finally losing his patience, he raised a hand and pushed away Isabella’s outstretched arm. “Excuse me, miss, please let me pass p>
The saccharine, intimate smile Isabella had carefully crafted instantly froze on her face.
Then, she watched in disbelief as Mr. Marshall walked straight past her, hurrying toward Serena.
When his gaze landed on Serena, the impatience he had shown Isabella vanished like a storm cloud, replaced by a bright smile.
“Miss Serena, are you leaving already?” Mr. Marshall’s eyes were practically sparkling as he looked at her.
Serena, however, showed no sign of being flattered by the attention of a world- renowned master chef. Instead, she coolly glanced up at him and asked dryly, “What’s the problem now p>
Isabella’s eyes widened in shock. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
She clenched her fists, thinking with bitter resentment a country bumpkin will always be a country bumpkin! Serena probably has no idea who Mr. Marshall even is!
If Serena offended Mr. Marshall p>
Ha!
Even if Grandpa personally apologized, Mr. Marshall’s eccentric personality meant he would never accept it!
Then the family would see that Serena was just an ignorant country girl who only knew how to put on an act!
But a second later p>
Her hopes were dashed.
Mr. Marshall gestured excitedly at Serena. “Miss Serena, it’s about that Pan-Seared Scallops on Saffron Velouté! The last two steps, how do you balance the portions and the heat? I tried replicating it several tunes based on the video took but something’s still missing. Could you take a look and tell me where I’m going wrong p>
With that, he held out his phone to Serena.
Serena glanced down at the recorded video.
After watching for a few seconds, dragged
de progress bar, pointed to a specific met
and
explained the issue.
Mr. Marshall listened intently beside her, nodding frequently like the most
attentive student in a class. He p>
ет
Was
the very picture of obedience p>
Isabella stared blankly at the scene, her expression shifting from shock to horror.
The rest of the Lancaster family was stunned.
They never imagined that Mr. Marshall had come to their private room specifically for their precious Serena.
And his purpose was to… ask for her guidance?
A world-class culinary legend was asking Serena for advice on cooking?
And from the looks of it p>
This seemed to be a regular occurrence.
Could it be that Serena’s culinary skills surpassed even Mr. Marshall’s?