Chapter 91
Chapter 91:
Her voice dripped with condescension, trying to subtly show off. After delivering her little monologue, she placed a hand over her mouth, feigning concern. “Oh, why am I telling you all this p>
Bernice clearly expected Yelena to appreciate the ‘helpful’ information, but instead, Yelena glanced at her as if she were an amateur, the slightest trace of disdain in her eyes.
Yelena, without missing a beat, took a bite of the truffle and then slowly spoke. “French black truffle is a wild edible fungus that grows underground. It has a rough exterior, ranging in color from dark brown to black, and is often called the ‘black diamond.’ It has a rich, savory aroma and a delicate, tender texture. It’s also considered one of the world’s finest culinary treasures p>
Her effortless, almost clinical explanation left the rest of the group speechless.
“We’ve never heard any of this before…” Bella said, her tone a mix of disbelief and stubbornness.
She wasn’t ready to admit Yelena might know more than she did. But how could they be sure if Yelena wasn’t just making it up?
Yelena shot her a cool look. “It’s not my fault that you’re ignorant p>
Bella sat there, utterly speechless, her calm facade faltering under the weight of her expectations.
Inside, her thoughts were a storm of frustration. Ugh, Yelena! Acting so smug and self-righteous! How infuriating!
Bernice, never one to keep her thoughts to herself, broke the silence with a sharp, challenging tone. “Yelena, did you do some research before coming here? How else would you know all of this? Have you ever had black truffles before p>
Her voice dripped with skepticism, clearly hoping to catch Yelena in a moment of uncertainty.
Yelena, choosing not to engage with such trivial provocation, simply met her gaze with quiet confidence. “Not much, just a few dozen times p>
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Her response hung in the air, cutting off any further comment from Bernice.
Bernice’s mouth twitched slightly. Why did Yelena’s quiet arrogance irritate her so much?
Yelena had just mentioned “a few dozen times” so nonchalantly. Did she even realize the weight of that statement?
Even for a family like the Harris family, black truffles were a rare indulgence, reserved for special occasions.
Fine black truffles were as elusive and expensive as gold. What kind of family casually made them a part of their regular meals?
Bernice couldn’t bring herself to believe that Yelena wasn’t just bluffing.
Unable to resist, she asked, “Yelena, are you serious? Or are you just joking p>
“Do I sound like I’m joking?” Without another word, Yelena picked up a piece of the black truffle Monroe had prepared and took a deliberate bite, savoring its rich, earthy flavor.
As always, it was as exquisite as she remembered—no surprise, coming from such a renowned chef.
Yelena glanced at Donna thoughtfully before offering her a piece from her plate. “Mom, you should try this. The black truffle has been roasted, but it still keeps that rich, original flavor. It’s truly amazing p>
Donna’s eyes widened, a wave of pleasant surprise washing over her. Her daughter, serving her food?
Yelena had always kept things to herself, and Donna often worried they’d never truly connect.