"The way to man’s heart is through his stomach…"

“…let’s see..first we put the chicken and next…oil”, i mutters while putting all the ingredients into the oven. 

“okay what else…” i click the play button, “…i should put the oil first…” i curses.

“idiot…hopefully its edible…”, i groans while scratching my head.

i tighten the knot on my apron before continue to cook until..

“…i am home”, a voice approach.

“Welcome back”, i greet.

“…apron? s..so cute…no! I mean i buy you cake…chicken and drinks”, he says and blush. 

“Wait let me set up the table..you go sit there..” i says and put the food on the table.

“…let me help you”, he says and wear the pink glove before taking the chicken out from the oven, “you cook this?” he adds.

“Yes but i am not sure if it can be eat or not…”, i says.

he smell the chicken and looks at me, “smells good…i…love..y..” “oh can i go out tomorrow night?” i interrupt.

“huh?” he look at me and tilt his head.

“Oh…it just that we live together and umm..married?” I pauses, “I just think that I should at least tell you…” i adds while scratching my head.

“oh…”, he blush, “d..do you want me to take you there?” he asks, taking a bite at his chickens.

“..no need i will take the bus”, i says and look at him.

“..do you need pocket money?” he asks, i watch him as he take another bites of his chicken.

“is it good?” I asks him, he stops eating and nods frantically.

“..take my black card with you..”, he says and shove his black card in front of me.

“huh?”

“…if I give you money you will not take it..” he says and lower his head.