Bradley's poor appetite, which resulted from inhaling excessive smoke during the fire seven years ago, had been a concern lately.

Suddenly, Freya had an idea to personally cook for him, gradually adjusting his taste in food.

"Rosa, can I take over cooking duties tonight?" Freya blinked and asked with hopeful eyes.

Rosa was taken aback by the request, looking at Freya in surprise. "Mrs. Austin, Mr. Austin has forbidden you to enter the kitchen in the future."

Freya scratched her foot with a shard of porcelain that she broke when she dropped a bowl on the floor the other day. She only noticed her injury after Bradley reminded her.

"But I really want to cook for Mr. Austin!" Freya pleaded with sincerity, pouting slightly.

Freya thought Bradley was pitiable, even with his family bullying him. Even as an outsider, she couldn't bear to witness it.

Ethan often insulted Bradley, which made her feel uneasy. Normally, individuals with physical disabilities needed psychological support, but his family members shamelessly exposed his wounds and even hurled insults at him.

She thought what they were doing was truly despicable.

Freya made a firm decision that while she remained in the Royal Garden Mansion, she wouldn't allow anyone to bully Bradley.

Additionally, she would do her utmost to help him with his illness without revealing her true intentions as her way of repaying him the favor of letting her live in the Royal Garden Mansion.

When Rosa heard that Freya wanted to cook for Bradley, she immediately permitted her to enter the kitchen.

"If Mr. Austin were aware of your intentions, he would certainly be very pleased," Rosa remarked.

Freya said with a naive grin, "Mr. Austin is good to me, so I want to be good to him too."

To be honest, aside from his constant teasing and blindness, Bradley was genuinely kind to her. Freya was someone who believed in repaying both kindness and grudges, and she won't mistreat those who treated her well.

Because Bradley had been experiencing a poor appetite, Freya decided to make a dish centered around yams, which are known for their ability to regulate the stomach and stimulate the taste buds.

However, Freya had a slight allergy to yams, so she asked Rosa to help her peel and chop them while she steamed and mashed them into a puree. The dish she prepared was called “Blueberry Jam and Mashed Yams.”

Rosa stood by, astonished by Freya's swift movements and impressive cooking skills. The exquisite blueberry mashed yams were irresistible, tempting her to take a bite.

"Mrs. Austin, were you accustomed to cooking regularly before?" Rosa exclaimed, admiring Freya's cooking abilities.

The presentation, aroma, and taste of her cooking were comparable to that of a Michelin chef.

Freya playfully wagged her tongue and responded, "I spent my childhood in the countryside. The adults in the house were often occupied, so they needed me to help with the cooking. I've gotten pretty good in the kitchen over the years.

Rosa was stunned for a moment by Freya's youthful vigor and quick movements and felt like this girl didn't strike her as a complete moron.

As they chatted and worked together in the kitchen, Freya took on the role of head chef while Rosa helped her. Together, they quickly prepared several exquisite dishes.

Just as they were finishing up, Bradley arrived home.

Upon entering the kitchen, he noticed Freya diligently working and coldly remarked, "Didn't I already tell you that Mrs. Austin is not allowed in the kitchen from now on. Why is she still here?"

"Sorry, Mr. Austin. It was Mrs. Austin who..." Rosa began to explain, but Freya interjected, coming out with a plate of delicious food.

Freya pretended to just notice Bradley's presence and feigned a look of fear. "It’s my fault... I wanted to cook for you, Mr. Austin, and Rosa allowed me in. Please don't blame her."

Freya's words stirred something inside Bradley, as he couldn't believe that his bride was personally preparing a meal for him. Intrigued by the delightful aroma, he asked, "What dishes did you make?"

"We have quite a variety, Bradley. Would you like to try them now?" Freya replied with a warm smile.

Freya looked into Bradley's deep, handsome eyes and saw the blurredness that reminded her again that he would never recover his sight. Upon coming to this conclusion, she blamed herself for looking to Bradley as the answer to all her problems.

Bradley said matter-of-factly, "Well, I'm hungry," as he calmly wheeled himself towards the dining room.

Upon seeing the table adorned with an array of dishes, many of which he had never seen before, he cast a surprised glance at Freya. Never had he anticipated his wife being capable of cooking, let alone that she had such a talent in the kitchen.

His curiosity about the food's flavor was piqued, but just looking at the dishes made him hungry.

Bradley's nose was immediately filled with the enticing scent of the blueberry yam that Freya brought out as the final course. Curios, he asked, "What dish is this that you just brought?" after taking a look at the plate.

Freya smiled gently, tilting her head down as she replied, "It's blueberry puree with yam, and it's truly delicious."

The mention of "yam" immediately diminished Bradley's appetite. He had never been fond of yams and had only consumed them in the past to please his new wife. However, each instance resulted in him vomiting them all later when he returned to his room.

Before he could express his dislike, Freya impetuously scooped up a mouthful and guided it towards Bradley's lips. "Here, open your mouth. I assure you, once you taste it, you'll crave more."

As Bradley contemplated the assortment of purple and white dishes before him, he unexpectedly felt an inexplicable desire to sample them. Acting independently of his brain's commands, his lips involuntarily parted, yielding to take a bite.

The flavors of the dish surpassed Bradley's expectations, as it lacked any trace of yam and instead offered a refreshing sweetness reminiscent of ice cream, accompanied by a subtle sourness.

After finishing preparing the dish, Freya thoughtfully placed it in the refrigerator to cool, resulting in a pleasant, refreshing sensation that harmonized the sweet and sour elements.

From the very first bite, Bradley was able to fully appreciate the intricate blend of flavors.

Indeed, this dish had truly awakened Bradley's dormant taste buds.

Eagerly awaiting Bradley's evaluation, Freya earnestly asked, "Is it delicious?"

"It's not bad," Bradley replied, pursing his lips in surprise as he genuinely savored the flavors.

Before, he couldn't tell much of a difference between the flavors of different foods. However, today's dish managed to evoke a delightful combination of sweetness, sourness, and refreshing coolness.

Moreover, an unexpected desire for a second bite arose within him after taking the first bite.

Freya read his thoughts from his expression and fed him the second and third bites.

Bradley patiently waited for her to feed him yam again after he finished, but Freya didn't move, instead picking up new dishes.

"Are there still any yam? I still want to eat more," Bradley quirked an eyebrow in curiosity.

Freya shook her head and said, "There is none left."

Bradley peered at the remaining half of the yam still on the table, his eyebrow raised in skepticism. "I can still smell it, so there must be some left."

"Yes, there is more, but you shouldn't eat too much. It's meant to be an appetizer, and eating too much could be harmful to your stomach," Freya explained. She also knew he would get tired of this dish after eating too much.

Bradley squinted his narrow eyes.

"When did she start using such sophisticated language? Plus, she can really whet my appetite," he thought.

Both Rosa and Frederick, who were standing nearby, were equally astonished by Bradley's reaction.

Even though Rosa was an excellent cook and served a wide variety of dishes on a daily basis, no one had ever seen Bradley eat more than a few bites. Yet, now he showed a persistent interest in Mrs. Austin's food, even asking for more.

Frederick was now curious about the flavor of the blueberry puree with yam and wanted to have a bite.