Before long, the dishes were served. It was a lavish spread, to say the least. At Victor Morgan's request, Violet had also stayed for dinner.
"You all have to eat up today. This isn't just any meal. Our Victor made this with his own two hands."
"This is a rare opportunity, so you'd better seize it."
Mrs. Morgan looked at the lavish spread, her face full of delight as she spoke. Even now, she could hardly believe it.
"You… what did you say? Victor made this? You've got to be kidding me."
"Exactly. In all these years, how did I never know Victor could cook?"
Mr. Morgan and Old Master Morgan looked completely incredulous. They thought Mrs. Morgan must be pulling their leg.
"Wow, this is great! We get to eat Dad's cooking again."
"Totally! Dad's cooking is the best!"
The two children, Luke and Zola, weren't surprised at all—just thrilled to be eating food made by Victor Morgan.
Violet was the same. After all, this wasn't the first time Victor Morgan had cooked at home.
