Oliver nods at his father's warning, then takes the fork and stabs a slice of meat, taking his time to eat it after it cools down.
Everyone waited. Curious. Nervously.
Evelyn crossed her arms, Liam looked nervous, and Axel stood tall, bracing for judgment.
Oliver chewed. His little face scrunched. Then, suddenly, he grinned. "Oh, Daddy... It's yummy. I like it..."
Axel exhaled in relief, as if he had just won a billion-dollar tender.
Evelyn blinked, clearly surprised. She suspected the steak was too salty.
"Really?" She asked.
Oliver nodded enthusiastically. "Daddy's steak is the best! Better than the chefs!"
Liam's jaw dropped.
Evelyn shook her head, muttering, "Unbelievable."
Axel smirked triumphantly, leaning back with his arms crossed. "Of course it is. I told you. I can cook." He glanced at Evelyn.
Liam leaned toward Evelyn, whispering, "Should we tell him Oliver just likes anything his dad makes?"
Evelyn smirked. "Let him have his victory."
