Vincent took a deep breath. He was starting to doubt himself. Why did he ever think that this woman was a gifted brewmaster? Was it because she was a better drinker than him?
No, it must be his mistake.
Or maybe he wasn’t patient enough to help her get better.
“How about we take a break?” Sheila flashed her trademark smile with her cute bunny teeth. “You haven’t eaten since you got onto the ship, right? How about we get some pasta? Hudson’s chefs are all three-star Michelin chefs.”
Vincent’s icy expression finally warmed up a little, but he immediately doubled down again. “Don’t change the topic,” he said seriously. “Tell me what you forgot. I’ll teach you again.”
Sheila wilted. She had no choice but to watch Vincent carefully and learn the process one more time.
She actually did rem
