"I didn't know you knew how to cook. I thought you were just helping aunt Carmela prepare the table."
"You talk so much. You never change."
He made it difficult. "Do they taste good? Maybe they're just good to look at?"
"Be my guest." He pulled him and made him sit in his chair."
The first thing he tasted was the pretend meat followed by the other things he cooked that he couldn't say anything about how delicious it was. It was so delicious that he didn't even know what he cooked. They all perfect as if a professional chef cook them all. It's heavy meal for breakfast but who is she to complain? Even if this is how he is greeted in the morning every day, he will probably never complain.
the hell, Akira? I told you, I'm going home.]," answered the interlocutor.
"I don't f*****g care! G
