Anna Jadwin had been sick, lying in bed coughing and reading every day while being monitored.
When quiet, Anna didn't utter a word, like a flower waiting silently to wither, her face losing its radiance with a serene and elegant appearance.
She always seemed to have no appetite when drinking porridge and eating lunch.
She didn't know if it was due to her cold, but she noticed that the cooking skills in the manor had suddenly deteriorated...
The taste of the food was very average, just like what Wayne Bailey cooked.
Back on the peninsula, she had eaten the food he made, and only found the stewed chicken with mushrooms to be acceptable - perhaps because she was too hungry?
Later, she discovered that there was still a significant gap between his cooking and that of a professional chef.
Cooking required both innate talent and effort.
Even with guidance from a chef, Wayne couldn't possibly become a top chef overnight.