Chapter 311

• "You sound quite confident, Astrid, but as you said, my mother will be the judge of all these dishes. You'll see that not only because she's my mother can she choose me, but because she knows perfectly well the spoon her son has. Both of us started cooking non-stop at that moment, we were all inspired, I think we had lost track of time. It seemed like a cooking contest, and together we were waiting for my mother. I think she would feel quite happy when she arrived home from work, tired, and found the food ready. Not just simple meals, but delicious dishes.
• "Good evening, my mother had finally arrived with her bag slung over her shoulder, as she typically did every time she came home from work. She had a kind of hook hanging in the living room where she always hung all her things. She usually put on her slippers and then headed to the fireplace to warm up a bit. Perhaps after all the time she spent outside exposed to the air conditioning and that kind of weather, all she wanted was to feel a little warm. How delightful she feels, taking a deep breath. Astrid and I looked at each other as if we were hiding something. It seems like the hunger I have is making me a little crazy, I'm imagining things and even imagining that you two have cooked something delicious. She went to the pantry to get some ingredients and was about to start cooking at that moment.
• "Wait, mother, I tried to stop her. It's not necessary for you to try to cook because the truth is, we made many dishes. I don't think you'll be able to eat everything we made, but at least we want you to tell us truthfully which dishes are the most delicious you've ever tasted." I took her hand and led her to the kitchen. Even though I'm your son, please tell me the truth, because between her and me, we're saying that you will be the judge of our dish. Astrid thinks you'll choose me just because I'm your son, but please don't take that into account. By the way, let me introduce you to her. How rude of me not to introduce her from the beginning. Her name is Astrid, she's a good friend, and I must say, don't ask her too many questions, otherwise the poor girl won't come next time. I glanced at her sideways, and she knew what I meant.