Chapter 826

"Who said that?" Della exclaimed, her frustration evident. "I'm perfectly capable of managing the household and kitchen tasks. "It's just… I'm not used to handling live animals. Back at my family home, the housekeepers always took care of the farming chores…" "And what then? Do you expect me to do it for you now?" Ambrose snapped, folding his arms indignantly. Though his words might have sounded like an offer, his expression made it clear he was anything but willing. Feeling cornered, Della grudgingly gathered the chickens and ducks from the floor and dragged them into the kitchen. Two hours later, after placing the final pot of stew on the stove to simmer, Della let out a sigh of relief. She couldn't help but admire the six dishes on the counter, each a delightful feast for the senses. Della was certain that praise would soon follow. Without delay, she plated two of the dishes and made her way to the living room to serve them. Just as the dishes were set out, Chandler arrived