“Then be done with it quickly, please.”


    Colette prepared a high-end spaghetti with lobster. Due to theplicated procedures to make the


    meal, she ordered the chefs to cook with her to save time. It was a lot more convenient for her to use


    all sorts of equipment as she was in her own restaurant, she had ess to all the help she could get,


    and her ingredients were better selected than Loraine’s.


    At the end of the day, a lot of time still ended up being wasted to prepare the meal.


    Once her dish was finally done, the waiter served two dishes of the same portion to Marco.


    The spaghetti with Lobster was well arranged and more aesthetically pleasing to the eyes, so Marco


    decided to taste it first.


    The lobster was fresh and tender, but Marco was used to such delicacies. Besides, the dish felt a bit


    greasy, so he put it down after one bite.


    He then tried the next one.


    The instant Marco put a prawn into his mouth, his eyes widened in awe.


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    The prawn was surprisingly soft and bouncy. The spaghetti, perfectly cooked, was tasty too.


    In only three bites, Marco was done with the spaghetti Loraine made.


    “This one is the best.”


    As he rolled the sweet taste in his mouth around, he knew Loraine was the one who made the


    spaghetti.


    Colette rushed out the instant she heard his conclusion. She yelled in disbelief, “That’s impossible. My


    food is better than Loraine’s. I can’t be the one who lost!”


    However, to Marco, she didn’t exist at that point. His eyes were fixed solely on the woman behind her in


    an apron, Loraine.


    He felt Like he went back three years ago.


    Back then, Loraine was still his wife, and she made him delicious food every day.


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    Colette’s sharp voice interrupted Marco’s train of thoughts.


    “Marco, it’s unfair. Loraine has served you for three years. No matter how bad she cooked, you won’t


    notice because you’re already used to it.”


    Loraine, who was standing behind her, narrowed her eyes in displeasure.


    As far as she was concerned, the word “served” was harsh.


    “Are you trying to find an excuse for your failure?” Loraine sneered at


    Colette.