I didn't know what to say so I just eat the meal in front of me. Even the fried chicken is crispy and tasty. I hope I could eat this everyday.
"Do you cook everyday?" I asked.
"Uhmm... yes. If I'm at home, of course." He said.
"Then can you cook for me too?" I asked almost pleading.
He chuckled and nodded.
"Sure, why not? I'll call you when I cook and once the food is finished. We should eat together."
"I like that." I smiled.
It's really lonely to eat alone. I kinda missed being with someone while eating. Food taste so much better when you're with someone.
We finished dinner and I stood up to wash the dishes.
"What are you doing?"
"I'll wash the plate since you cooked for us,"
He stole the sponge and gloves away from me and said, "This is my home and you're my visitor, it's my
