Purple Summers woke up, washed, and fed her pet crow.
When she opened the door, she was surprised to hear Alexander Summers speaking downstairs. The sound was muffled and unclear, but it was undoubtedly his voice.
Out of curiosity, she went downstairs and saw Alexander busying himself in the kitchen again.
Unlike yesterday, this time there was a large LCD screen beside Alexander, showing a French chef giving a real-time demonstration.
Purple was both amazed and felt the setup to be somewhat surreal.
He actually hired a chef for online instruction?!!
All this for cooking a meal?
Alexander was communicating with the chef in French. His pronunciation was beautiful, his speech fluent. His slender fingers held the utensils, and his simple cooking actions looked elegant and noble under his touch.
Purple stood blankly at the table, not knowing when she had sat down. She just sat there, gawking at Alexander as he made one dish after another under the guidance of the chef...