Victoria stiffened slightly when she heard Greg's question.
So he noticed after all...
She lowered her head and stayed silent for a long while, as though wrestling with herself.
Finally, she raised her head, looked Greg straight in the eyes, and asked seriously, "...Who taught you how to cook?"
Greg paused, then realized what she meant. "Oh, so you want to learn? I can teach you."
But Victoria's expression didn't relax in the slightest. Instead, she grew even more serious. "I'm not joking with you. I mean it."
Looking into Victoria's earnest eyes, Greg realized she wasn't just asking casually. She genuinely cared about this.
But he didn't understand why it warranted such seriousness.
So he answered, somewhat puzzled, "Uh... no one. I figured all this out on my own, bit by bit. Why?"
That wasn't exactly a lie.
He had indeed taught himself these cooking techniques through the internet in his previous life. No one had ever taught him face-to-face.
And there was no way he could tell her about crossing into another world.
At his answer, a flicker of relief passed through Victoria's eyes. She lowered her gaze and said quietly, "...I see. Got it."
Greg was even more confused. "So what's going on? Why are you asking?"
Victoria raised her head and looked at him, remaining silent for a few seconds. "No, nothing. I was just wondering... are you really your dad's biological son?"
Greg: "???"
Just as Greg stood there utterly baffled, unsure what to say, Victoria seemed to shed some burden. She loosened up, took a long stretch, and returned to her easygoing tone:
"Just kidding. Don't worry about it. Come on, let's see if there are any suitable commissions."
Since Sylvia had been busy with Church matters lately and couldn't accompany her, Victoria hadn't