"Wow, Adrian, you're not giving her any face at all. This is Mrs. Francis's first attempt at making soup." Ivan had been spending time with Olivia for the past few days and had become quite comfortable with her, almost to the point of being like siblings.
Ivan took a large gulp of the soup to be polite, and his face contorted.
"Since you like it so much, finish the whole pot," Adrian said, seemingly oblivious to his twisted expression. "Don't hold back."
"Is it that bad?" Olivia muttered in dissatisfaction.
She also took a sip, and the strange taste almost made her faint on the spot.
Ivan, still trying to be polite, swallowed the mouthful of soup with difficulty. "Mrs. Francis, cooking is a servant's job. Don't go into the kitchen anymore. You're not cut out for this."
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