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    “What’s the rush?” Kurt snapped. “If I can’t find him, trust me, no one’s more frustrated than I am.”


    Kurt meant his words. How he wished he could locate ine, tasting the finest dishes in the world. Then, he could leave this life with no regrets.


    Besides, if Robin managed to grasp the true art of cuisine after learning from ine, he’d have a bigger chance of winning Christina’s heart! Kurt was determined to track down ine.


    Christina sat silently, nibbling at her food, a soft smile ying on her lips as she listened to their quest for ine. Out of nowhere, Dn’s handsome face floated into her mind. And just like that, it brought back memories of the delicious meals he had made for her, making her mouth water all over again. Suddenly, the dishes at Morfort felt nd inparison.


    She figured that with Dn’s culinary prowess, if he ever decided to go for the culinary master title, he just might stand a chance of matching ine. But given his wealthy background and tireless work ethic, she highly doubted he’d bother entering such a contest. He had been born with privilege, and with the way he buried himself in work, it was hard to imagine him chasing after public acim in the cooking field.<fn31b6> Read full story at find?novel</fn31b6>


    In Christina’s mind, Dn would likely find the cookingpetition mind-numbingly boring. Yes, she had once suspected he might be the legendary culinary master who went by the code name ine. But she soonughed off the idea. With Dn constantly revolving around his work, she couldn’t fathom that he would set aside time just to enter a cookingpetition using an anonymous name.


    She surmised that maybe it was just that their cooking styles were simr. Or maybe, when one reached the top of the culinary world, every dish started to taste equally incredible.


    “When I find ine, no matter what it takes, I’m going to be his apprentice,” Robin said, shooting Christina a pointed look. “And you better not try to steal him from me.”


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    Christina snapped out of her thoughts, her lips still curving into a slight smile. “Don’t worry. I’ve got zero talent in the kitchen. Competing with you would be pointless, unless you’re even less talented than I am.”


    Robin shot back without hesitation, “No way! My cooking skills are definitely better than yours. Hmph! Just you wait—I’ll beat you!”


    “Alright,” Christina said, raising a brow. “I’ll be waiting for your challenge then.”


    Kurt, watching them, silently tightened his grip on his fork. Wasn’t this brat supposed to be learning how to cook just to win Christina over? It turned out Robin was determined to defeat her!


    Sure, Robin had said something like that before, but Kurt had assumed he was just joking.


    Realizing just how immature his grandson still was, Kurt let out a long, weary sigh.


    Robin,pletely unaware of Kurt’s thoughts, was still lost in his fantasy of bing a culinary master himself. “The current legendary culinary master’s code name is ine,” he muttered thoughtfully. “I need a good one for myself. Once I be his protégé and even best him, my code name will be…”


    Robin grinned, eyes squinting yfully, and formed a finger gun. “Gavin!” he said proudly, pretending to blow smoke off his fingertip.


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