Chapter 39

• I swear I could watch him cook all day. He covered the pot with it's lid and adding the things he needed to add then turned to me.
• "I hope it's tasty enough for your liking." he said. Tasty enough for my liking? To laugh out loud, I think whatever he does is fucking perfect and there was no way his cooking won't be tasty enough for my liking.
• "Of course it will be tasty enough, it's not like it's your first time cooking or making noodles." I pointed out the obvious to him.