Ch. 4367: Married At First Sight Chapter 4367

Chapter 4367

Alex laughed, “Sorry, I didn’t mean that. I’m just quick-witted sometimes.”

Then, he playfully pushed Tatum aside and entered the dining hall first, claiming his usual seat.

Tatum, the last to enter, had hoped to sit next to Elora. But when he saw that his mother was seated on her left and his grandmother on her right, he knew better than to offend the two most important women in the room. He reluctantly took his usual seat at the back.

During dinner, the old lady frequently turned to serve food to Elora.

“Grandma taught Tatum how to cook. I was his first cooking teacher,” she said proudly. “There are several dishes I prepared myself. Elora, give them a try.”

It was well-known that Elora was picky about food. Everyone was aware of it, and tonight’s dinner was prepared with that in mind. The old lady had made sure the chef pulled out all the stops to ensure everything was up to Elora’s standards.

Still, the old lady, not fully trusting the chef’s work, had prepared a few dishes herself. If she wasn’t getting older and wasn’t so tired, she would’ve cooked an entire feast by herself.

Elora smiled awkwardly. She knew she was picky, and she had the right to be—she’d earned it. But this was her first time meeting the York family, and she didn’t want to seem difficult. She was determined to try and make a good impression.

“Grandma York, I’m sure the dishes you cook are delicious,” Elora said, picking up a bite. “Let me try.”

With everyone watching, she knew she had to show respect to Grandma York, so no matter what, she had to eat it. She steeled herself and tried the dishes the old lady had passed to her.

To her surprise, the taste was incredibly familiar—it reminded her of Tatum’s cooking. It was delicious, and she could easily eat it. Grandma York truly had passed her skills down to Tatum.

Elora felt relieved. She hadn’t expected the food to taste so good.

“How is it? Delicious, right?” The old lady beamed. “You don’t need to force yourself. If you like it, keep eating. If not, just tell me, and I’ll have Tatum cook something special for you.”

Tatum, confident in his cooking skills—and those of his grandmother—spoke up. “Elora wouldn’t force herself. She must like it. Our chef has been with us for years, and his cooking never disappoints.”

The York family’s chefs were the same ones who had taught Tatum how to cook as a child. They were a part of the family’s traditions. Everyone had grown accustomed to their cooking, and it was hard to imagine anyone else in the kitchen.

If the chefs couldn’t work anymore, they were given pensions and taken care of in their retirement. Their decades of service meant they deserved a comfortable life after they left the kitchen.

Elora smiled. “Grandma York, the dishes are delicious. You’re truly a great teacher. You’ve raised a fantastic cook in Tatum.”

She hadn’t expected Grandma York to be such a good cook herself. But when you’ve experienced what she had—going from riches to rags and back again—learning to cook wasn’t out of the question.

Elora genuinely enjoyed the meal, and the old lady and the others were pleased to see her eating with such enthusiasm.

Although Tatum was an excellent cook, he wouldn’t always be around to prepare meals for Elora. He had his work, and sometimes he’d be out of the house. So, knowing that Elora enjoyed the food cooked by the York family’s chef—and that Grandma York could cook as well—was a relief for everyone.