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Mike stood in the kitchen, tasting the sauce with a spoon, then he added a little more seasoning to the pot. He turned his back to her, his back busy squirming around in the kitchen made her heart flutter.

Cindy walked over to him, watching him cook.

"What is this?" She turned towards the pan in front of him.

Rosti.” Mike replied softly, his fingers sprinkling a little more sugar into the saucepan beside him. “Can you eat duck breast?”

"Okay."

Mike smiled, flipping each piece of rosti on the pan. “Do you like sweets?”

“Didn't like it very much.” She leaned on the edge of the kitchen, next to him.

"It's almost done, wait for me a little longer."

Cindy nodded, continuing to watch Mike's every move.

Although she didn't say it out loud, she secretly praised Mike in her heart. He cooks very skillfully, every action is meticulous and careful like a professional chef. Wait until each piece of rosti in the pan is golden, he turns off the stove and arranges each piece of cake on a plate.

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