Becker
“Thank you for digging in my very first cook, Becker,” she thanked me.
“They were not that bad.” Yeah, they were not. And for a first-timer size, she did a pretty good job. Only that carbonara was slightly overcooked. But we could eat it.
I saw her pouring in the eggnog I had made for her into the glass and went to me. She handed the glass and sat next to me on the sofa.
She was cooking the carbonara while watching the cooking recipe from YouTube. “I thought it was not that hard until I broke six eggs to get it tight.” I chuckled.
“You’re still learning. You get there,” I said and drank the eggnog. I looked at Zeus sleeping in the corner. “Looks like someone gets himself a spot in the house.”
She looked at him. “I think he does.” She faced me again and asked, “Do you want to
