Chapter 325

Feeling buoyed by Abigail's praise, Xander doubled his efforts, and the dough was kneaded to perfection in no time. A quick scout around the kitchen left Abigail empty-handed—no rolling pin in sight. Given Xander's predilection for Francovian cuisine in Paridale, it was likely such a tool was not a staple in his kitchen. She remembered her childhood, when in the absence of a rolling pin, her grandmother would use a wine bottle to roll out the ravioli dough. "Mr. Zane, do we have an empty wine bottle?" she asked. "We have wine, but I'm not sure about an empty bottle." Xander exited the kitchen, returning with an unopened bottle of red wine. He passed it to Abigail. "Pour out the wine, and voila, you have an empty bottle." Assuming it was a generic bottle of red, Abigail was about to pour out the wine. But upon seeing the vintage on the label, she hurriedly returned the bottle to Xander. "Mr. Zane, this isn't something to joke about." The market value of this particular vintage was i