Chapter 131
The family dinner lasted until after nine o’clock.
As they were leaving, Old Mr. Lancaster made sure to have someone bring takeout containers to pack up all the dishes Serena had personally cooked.
He declared that when his precious granddaughter cooked, even the leftover sauces had to be savored to the last drop.
Isabella watched as the entire family fawned over Serena, all of them praising her cooking skills.
Her anger flared.
That country girl’s tricks were certainly effective.
If she had known her family would be so happy over a home-cooked meal, she would have cooked for them herself.
After all, when she studied abroad, she had apprenticed under a famous foreign chef. Her command of fine dining was exquisite, producing dishes that were delicious and elegant enough for competition.
Nothing like what Serena made p>
A table full of traditional, rustic dishes-unappealing and greasy, piled up so high it looked like slop for pigs.
And what was that herbal broth she’d made? The whole room still reeked of herbs.
Anyone who didn’t know better would think she was trying to poison the family.
Isabella pouted, thinking to herself that once they got home, she would personally cook a meal to show her family that gourmet cuisine was far more delicious than this traditional fare.
Just then, Mr. Marshall walked in carrying several fresh food containers.
Le Céleste didn’t normally offer a takeout service.
And yet, here was Mr. Marshall himself, personally delivering the containers.
This even surprised Old Mr. Lancaster.
Everyone knew that Mr. Marshall, the owner of Le Céleste, was a culinary fanatic, completely obsessed with researching and discovering all kinds of traditional delicacies.
It was usually difficult to even get a moment with him.
Old Mr. Lancaster wasn’t close with Mr. Marshall; they were acquaintances at best, exchanging nods when they saw each other.
But today, he had come to the Lancaster family’s private room to bring them takeout containers?
The Lancasters couldn’t help but wonder about the purpose of his visit.
At that moment, Isabella, a smile, gracing her lips, stepped forward to greet Mr. Marshall. “Mr. Marshall, I should be the one paying you a visit. I can’t believe I’ve troubled you to come here personally. It’s my fault p>
The Lancasters immediately turned to look at Isabella.
So, Mr. Marshall was here for their adopted daughter?
Feeling her family’s eyes on her, Isabella’s smile deepened, and she shot a subtle, triumphant glance in Serena’s direction.
Of course Mr. Marshall had made this trip especially for her.
After all, when she was studying
abroad, her culinary instructor ha
taken her to meet Mr. Marshall when he was attending an international culinary sympositing
She had made an impression on him.
She never thought he would actually remember her.
And now, he was not only making an exception to let them take food home but was
even delivering the containers himself, all out of respect for her.
It was a huge boost to her ego.
Thank goodness she’d had such a prestigious mentor!
This was the difference between a top-tier socialite and a girl from the countryside.
Mr. Marshall, who had been heading toward Serena with the containers, was
stopped in his tracks by this woman who had suddenly appeared.
He squinted, a bit puzzled as he looked at Isabella.
He figured that since she was dining in the same room as Miss Serena, she must be
a member of her family.
So, Mr. Marshall didn’t embarrass her, simply offering a polite nod. “It’s no trouble p>
His response only confirmed Isabella’s belief: Mr. Marshall was here for her!
She reached out to take the
containers from his hands. “If my
instructor knew I was troubling you like this, he would scold me to no end. Speaking of which my instructor often mentions you, Mr. Marshall p>
Mr. Marshall’s brow furrowed slightly. “Your instructor p>
What in the world was this woman talking about?