Part One
I came back from the gym completely drained. As I was heading to the bathroom to take a bath, my wife called out, “Babe, be fast oh! I just finished making breakfast.”
Twenty minutes later, I was seated at the dining table. She served me a plate of macaroni. The moment I took the first spoon, omo, the food was sweet. After about five bites, she looked at me suspiciously.
“Why haven’t you complimented the food?”
I smiled. “Babe, you know you’re a certified chef. Anything you cook goes straight to my soul.”
She frowned. “No, I...
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