With regard to his meals, Gavin was just like his father. They were both picky eaters, and it was rare for Gavin to give a high review of any food.
Seeing Gavin's expression, Edwin knew that the taste of the chicken pie must be divine. Unfortunately, Arissa had only made a few pieces of chicken pie. There was not enough made for him, so he could only stare in fascination at the food.
“Gav, is it good?”
Just by looking at his expression, Arissa knew that he loved it.
Gavin nodded and exclaimed, “Mommy, you're a great cook! Everything you made tastes delicious!”
The corners of Arissa's eyes crinkled as she beamed up at Gavin and ruffled his hair adoringly.