Austin would not admit that he wanted to hear the gossip about Dylan’s love life.

Dylan asked, “Are you free to talk right now?”

“Sure. I have a whole dormitory unit to myself, and it’s quite spacious. I live quite comfortably. My salary comes on time every month, and I’m well-fed. My cooking skills have improved a lot, too.”

Dylan was silent for a moment before he responded with another voice message.

“You’ve only been focused on cooking? It’s been several months since you went there, and you didn’t even come back for the Christmas holidays. All you have in your brain is cooking.”

“I came here specifically to cook in the first place.”

Dylan was speechless.

Indeed, Austin had heard that Isabella had an extremely picky palate, which he viewed as a challenge. Their nana had not even urged him once when he had eagerly gone to Satbury of his volition.

Occasionally, Dylan heard his family mention Austin, saying that he was always busy researching new recipes and cooking, but seemed