NATASHA.
"You cooked this?" I asked in shock, as I swallowed another handful of the wheat staple and vegetable soup Mav made.
"It's nothing really," he shrugged absentmindedly, before he scratched his head and turned away.
"Oh, it is something! Your brother nearly burned down the whole house in his attempt to cook," I laughed. "Twice!" I added.
"Aiden never liked to cook though. But he's my first tester every time I try a new recipe." Mav replied, as he took a seat opposite to mine on the dining table.
"Oh he does like food. That much is already obvious," I smiled, swallowing another mouthful of the staple. "You'll have to teach me how to make this soup. I love its texture. Not too watery and not too thick. It allows enough space for the protein and vegetables to connect."
"Connect i
