Chapter 472

Chapter 472:

Demi stayed quiet, but her frequent swallowing didn’t go unnoticed; her anticipation for the dish was evident.

Even though the viewers couldn’t share in the sensory experience, the guests’ reactions were a testament to the dish’s appeal.

“They must be exaggerating! How can casserole smell that good?”

“I don’t think it’s an act. They aren’t actors, after all—except for Stephen. The rest are CEOs and singers.”

“Don’t overlook that both Kenneth and Aiden have a soft spot for Janice. It’s only natural they’d seem overly impressed.”

“Just hold on for Stephen’s opinion.”

Once finished, Janice plated the casserole and set it before Stephen.

Recovering from his initial surprise, Stephen eyed the casserole, his expression softening with nostalgia.

“Miss Edwards, have you ever worked as a chef?” the chef asked, unable to contain his curiosity.

Janice met his gaze and shook her head. “I’ve only studied it a bit. I’ve never actually worked as one.”

The chef was taken aback.

Without formal experience, her expertise seemed almost too polished.

Her technique also grew increasingly familiar. She reminded him of the mysterious chef in his memory.

Could it be…?

“Stephen, please try it,” Janice encouraged with a smile, inviting Stephen to taste the dish.

Stephen inhaled deeply, steadying his emotions, then scooped up a spoonful of the casserole.

The smell and appearance stirred memories.

Would it taste as familiar as it looked?

Stephen savored the casserole Janice had prepared, his emotions churning like a tempest within.

The instant the dish touched his tongue, his pupils constricted, and his gaze shot up to meet Janice’s, incredulity written across his features.

“What’s going on? Is Stephen enjoying the food or finding it dreadful?”

“Do you even need to ask? It must be terrible. Stephen even stopped eating.”

“No way! I think he’s stunned by how incredible it is!”

The online viewers watched with bated breath, dissecting Stephen’s every reaction.

They scrutinized his subtle expressions, desperate to determine whether Janice’s casserole was a culinary triumph or disaster.

Janice’s gentle smile radiated tranquility, washing over everyone like a cool summer breeze.

“Can you tell me where you learned to make this casserole?” Stephen’s voice quivered with barely contained emotion.

A flood of memories washed over him. This taste—one he’d resigned himself to never experiencing again—recreated perfectly by a woman he’d encountered only twice on this very show.

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