Claudia was slightly taken aback. "Yes, but how did you know?"

She felt embarrassed after admitting it so readily.

He regarded her with his deep eyes and disclosed, “It tastes distinct from Marcia's cooking.”

Upon hearing this, Claudia's grip on the fork tightened. She attempted to preserve some semblance of pride as she smiled, “I'm not skilled in the kitchen. It's not as delectable as Marcia's cooking."

"oh?"