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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…

The main course was pan-seared foie gras and veal braised in bechamel sauce. The soup was French onion soup, and the dessert was cheese souffle.

Purple guessed he must have gotten up very early, as it would take a while to prepare just the ingredients…

She had an unusual feeling in her heart, the taste of which she couldn’t describe.

Finally, Alexander said to the chef: “Au-revoir.”

Goodbye.

Purple immediately asked him, “Why are you learning to cook French cuisine?”

Studying takes a lot of mental effort, so you should eat well to supplement it,” Alexander said casually, “You don’t want to eat cereals every day, do you?”

Purple was speechless.

Of course not…

Besides cereal, she could have instant noodles… or make bibimbap again.

Alexander placed clean and beautiful utensils in front of her and said, “Taste it. If you don’t like it, I’ll change the chef next time.”

Purple pouted.

So arrogant, blaming it on the chef if the food is not good? wouldn’t it make more sense to look for the problem within himself?

Purple grumbled in her mind, picked up her knife and fork, and started eating slowly.

The food was delicious.

After all, it was made step by step under the instruction of a master chef. Even if it wasn’t up to the level of the master chef, there was no way it could be not good.

However, Purple, while eating, didn’t savor the taste.

“Eat more,” Alexander said, “You need to grow well. Those places that shouldn’t be thin need to catch up.”

He couldn’t even keep a straight conversation for three sentences.

Under normal circumstances, Purple would have cursed him long ago. But today, she didn’t make a sound and quietly ate with her head down.

“…Next time, just let Zack Wallace bring the food.” After eating for a while, Purple whispered.

“Didn’t it taste good?” Alexander asked her.

Purple shook her head, “…It’s delicious.”

But… it made her feel uncomfortable, it made her…feeling out of place.

It was difficult to describe, but this feeling was making her uneasy.

Alexander didn’t ask anymore, he just said: “Take some time out today, you can choose either morning or afternoon, I’ll take you for a walk in the mountain.”

It would be a waste to spend a rare trip just staying indoors reading and not enjoying the beautiful scenery.

Purple was eating with her eyes down, her thick black eyelashes trembling slightly, her eyes sparkling faintly, as though she was longing for something.

“In the afternoon, let’s take the little crow with us.” She said softly, “If it likes it, it can stay in the mountain to live.”

Purple had been looking for a suitable habitat for the small crow.

Alexander asked her, “I see you quite like it, why not keep it and continue to raise it?”

Purple said with a melancholic tone, “What’s the point of keeping it with me, it’s much better to be free…”

Her words seemed to imply her own feelings.

Alexander was silent for a moment, then lifted her chin and asked, “Do you feel you’re not free?”

Purple didn’t answer, pressing her lips together.

Alexander leaned over to lick the leftover souffle from the corner of her mouth, whispering, “Purple, the one who’s not free is me. You’ve completely tied me down.”