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Miles gushed, and the others nodded their support. I blushed at his words. To be compared to Mike, it seemed I was getting somewhere. Mike was the best cook among his brothers. He can practically make anything you ask of him without browsing the web for a recipe. He was a natural cook, while I was an amateur who still followed step-by-step tutorials. “You don't have to look surprised by that. We aren't lying about it, baby girl. The meal smells delicious. I bet Mike's cooking wouldn't be on par with it.”

She was one of the older women in charge here, and everyone simply called her Cooker. I swallowed hard, my mind racing back to the notes given by Chief. According to him, Master Mike was notoriously difficult to please when it came to food. He had never once been satisfied with the meals prepared for him, no matter how carefully they were cooked. That fact alone made my palms sweat. I knew I couldn’t afford to fail.

Julie teased. "With me, it will still be a secret." Mike smirked at her. "My mom is a great cook. She once had a restaurant but something happened and she stopped. I learnt everything from my mom. For secrets, there is no secret. I think it's a special gift." "So no special ingredients or something close to that?" Mike asked. "No, I use what every other people uses to cook, but it always turns out that my food always tastes a little different and better." "I can see." He said, devouring the food like someone who haven't eaten for days.

Michael said and laughed so Frank would take it as a joke. "I will stop her don't worry. Before I forget Michael because if I do, I am going to sleep in the guest room for a week. Melissa asked me to give you this" Frank said handing Michael a book, He looked at it and saw cooking recipes written in block letters on it. "What do I do with a cookbook Frank?" Michael asked "It's not you Michael, Melissa asked me to tell you to go give it to June, I think they spoke about recipes last night and June asked her for a recipe so my wife decided to go all out and then give June her recipe book," Frank said.

"Are your ears paining you? I said I prepared this food for my sister and not you." "You should be happy that I'm eating this," Rob replied. "I'm only contented if I eat food cooked by her." He held Hailey's hand and stared at her dotingly. And Hailey stared into his eyes. She searched his eyes to detect something, anything. But she didn't. His words sounded true. "Does it mean you don't care about my sister's condition? You want her to cook for you even in this state?" Chloe argued. "That's not what I mean." Rob chuckled. "You're so dumb, Chloe. If my wife doesn't cook, did you forget that I have fine culinary skills? I'm my second favorite chef."

His Jiji still hadn’t returned. “What’s wrong? You don’t like beef rib soup?” Angie asked, disappointment shadowing her tone. “Sorry… it was just the only dish that came to mind, almost like it was engraved in me somehow, like I used to do it often. But if you don’t like it, I can—” Mike caught her wrist and looked deep into her eyes. “I love it. Maybe you remembered it subconsciously, because you always used to cook that for me.” “Really?” Angie’s face lit up again at his answer.

Robin walked up to him and took a seat. While they sat, Noir came and joined them. “Start eating,” His dad said with a smile. “They are all your favorite ones. I told them to make them for you.” “Tell me what they taste like.” "My chef is the best one in this town. I bet you'll find it's cooking to your liking." Robin gave a complimentary smile to his dad and started eating. “I’ll feed Robin,” Noir said, forcing the food into Robin’s mouth. “You want to win this time’s test, don’t you Lucy?” Gray comments, walking over to her side.

Then, as if she didn’t just squeeze his heart with her bare hand, she went back to cooking. With all the spare time and less disturbance, she put her effort into something new and exquisite. Pulov rice, chili crab, a bowl of salad, salted egg sauce prawn, and currently, deep frying spring roll when Mike’s hands glide from behind, resting on her belly. His chin came to her shoulder. It didn’t stop her from moving though. “I thought I asked you to rest…” given no option, he had to move with her. She pinch gripped a spring roll, dipped in sauce, and feed it to him. He took without a protest and started chewing. His trimmed beard gave her a tickle that she shrugged away. Sensing this, he rubbed

"So, I'm supposed to sit and enjoy the meal?" Rodney clicked his tongue and winked as he pointed the ladle he held in my direction. "Yes, you sit. Velma and I will do the plating. She's my little chef either way." Well, that made my stomach churn. Little Chef. Seriously, fuck Mike ! "I see," I rolled my eyes tiredly. "Let's hope your little chef doesn't burn down my kitchen." "Depends," Rodney shrugged playfully, diverting his attention to Velma. "How was school today, little chef?"

Mike pushed Robin to go into the kitchen. "Now you're getting rough since I'm no longer your teacher. Maya, you shouldn't be a disobedient student like him!" Robin said jokingly. "Go quickly there!" Mike pushed Robin, and he went into the kitchen. Now, only Mike and Maya were left. "It seems you're better than I thought after Robin trained you." "Yes. I feel very helpful." The two of them began to chat. It took 30 minutes until Robin brought the food. They started eating and talking, then drinking together.