When I opened the door, there was a full spread already laid out on the dining table. There was shakshuka, shrimp marinara, sauteed greens, and a bowl of egg drop soup.Everything looked and smelled perfect.As someone who basically lived on fast food, I started drooling on the spot at the sight of the food.My hunger quickly overpowered my fear. I cautiously picked up the cutlery laid out and tried a bite of the shakshuka. It was delicious—so delicious that I almost swallowed my tongue.I tore into the food like a starving ghost, polishing off every dish on the table, not even leaving a drop of soup behind. Stuffed and satisfied, I rubbed my now-round belly and let out a burp.I sincerely threw out praise to the empty air. "You've got skills. Keep this up, okay?"After that, I left for work. When I got home that night and opened the door, the smell of food hit me in the face again. The dishes that waited for me on the table were BBQ ribs, chili con carne, sauteed broccoli, and z
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