Cara’s POV
When we got to the kitchen, and I started up dinner, already grabbing the full chicken that was in the fridge to start prepping it. I was intending to cook that bit by bit, but since we were leaving tomorrow, we might as well just cook it and have it all tonight.
I was going to make Chicken Birria so I might as well start now.
I placed the chicken on the counter, pulling out a cutting board and a knife. Jason leaned against the frame, watching me with an amused expression.
“What?” I asked, glancing at him as I started cutting the chicken into pieces.
“Nothing,” he said, holding up his hands. “I’m just curious to see how this ‘special dinner’ turns out.” He said.
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “Well, if you’re so curious, you can grab the chilies and tomatoe
