?Chapter 292:


    “I don’t know. It looks like an ordinary dish to me.”


    Yet the three princes seemed oblivious to the growing tension around them.


    yton, his eyes fixed on the bowl of noodles, spoke in a gentle yet firm tone. “Bryan, and Dominic, you’ve both had your share of fine cuisine. Are you really going to fight me over a simple bowl of noodles?”


    Dominic, his eyebrow slightly arched, responded without hesitation, “Everyone wants a taste of something delicious.”


    His words seemed to suggest something, and when he nced at me, his gaze held a wicked amusement that sent a shiver down my spine. I quickly turned my head, pretending not to notice.


    Leonardo, observing his sons squabble over a bowl of noodles, finally intervened, his expression stern. “Who made this bowl of noodles? Step forward!”


    Taking a deep breath, I gathered my courage to step forward.


    But the moment I took a step forward, a soft voice cut through the tension.


    “Your Majesty, I made the noodles.”


    I turned to see Molly stepping forward, iming the dish. The room filled with a mix of curiosity and surprise as everyone’s gaze shifted between us.


    Leonardo frowned, clearly puzzled. “What is going on here?”


    I was equally confused. I had made that bowl of noodles—why was Molly iming it?


    Molly, feigning surprise, looked at me and said, “I remember Miss Dunn and I prepared the same dish today.”


    Her words caused everyone to focus on the two bowls of noodles on the table, ced side by side. To the untrained eye, they were nearly identical.


    But how did Molly know I was making beef and tomato noodles?


    Was it a coincidence, or had she nned this? My thoughts raced as I tried to make sense of the situation.


    Leonardo cleared his throat and asked in a measured tone, “Then, who prepared the bowl on the left?” That was the bowl the princes were fighting over.


    I was about to speak up when Molly, quick to respond, fired, “I did.”


    With a resigned smile, she added, “It’s hard to tell them apart. I didn’t expect Miss Dunn to make the same dish. If I had known, I would have chosen something else.”


    My mouth quirked at the corners, and I secretly rolled my eyes at her.


    Her words stung, implying that I had intentionally copied her.


    Leonardo’s frown deepened, and I could see the doubt flickering in the eyes of the princes.


    yton, however, nced between me and the bowl of noodles, his golden eyes filled with uncertainty as if he were questioning whether he had seen things correctly. I understood immediately—yton had seen me ce the noodles on the left side, which was why he had chosen that bowl.


    As a heavy silence settled over the room, Leonardo cleared his throat once more. “Since the two bowls of noodles are the same and it’s difficult to distinguish between them, both of you will be rewarded. Is that eptable?”


    His suggestion seemed fair, but I couldn’t ept such an oue.


    I wasn’t willing to let someone else take credit for my work. Taking a deep breath, I calmly dered, “The bowl on the left was made by me, I can recognize it.”


    Makenna’s POV:


    Molly’s face turned pale the moment I spoke, and she quickly lowered her head, her voice trembling with an air of false humility. “If Miss Dunn says it’s hers, I won’t argue.”


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