With a faint, forced smile, Estelle added in a soft tone, “I’m best at cooking this dish. But it’s a pity that neither you nor Mr. Mysterious have tasted the dishes I prepare.”

“He hasn’t eaten it either?” Cristofer asked.

“No. But I cooked other dishes for him.”

Cristofer nodded without saying anything.

“Has Gretchen ever cooked for you?” Estelle suddenly asked.

Cristofer shook his head. “No, she can’t cook.”

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