CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE

MUNA

"This is officially the best dish I've ever had," Grant said, smiling as he wiped his mouth after eating.

"Oh come on, you flatter me. Your Mum made Jollof Rice the other day we were at your house," I laughed.

"I think yours is better, though. I'm sorry for saying you weren't capable of cooking anything that first time you came here."

"You only believed what my image portrayed. Tobi was the one who taught me all I know about cooking," I replied and noticed his face darken in displeasure.

I continued still, "Tobi is such an amazing chef. He has a YouTube channel, you know. When I first met him, I expected him to be this kind of rich kid who wouldn't even know his way around the kitchen just like me, but he surprised me. He—"

"Enough talk about Tobi, today is about the both of us. I appreciate the fact that he taught you to cook so well, but I don't want us to talk about him," He frowned, taking the plates to the sink.

"So what do you want us to talk about instead?" I teased him as