Going back down the stairs seems like such a chore with how big the house is. Finally making it to the first kitchen , I am immediately hit with a wave smelling of food. And that’s when I find Christian standing in the kitchen , apron on. Making something.
‘I’m back, what are you making?’ I say taking a seat.
‘I’m just making something simple. Roasted Chicken along with a salad on the side’ he says .
‘How does that sound’.
‘Honestly, it sounds good and I don’t think you can ever make anything that tastes bad’ I compliment him.
‘I don’t think, it’s that good. I just think I got used to cooking and that’s it’. He says. ‘How come you never make anything, tomorrow I think you should cook something for us’ he says.
‘Oh, me I couldn’t possibly be able to make anything. The only thing I could do is baking’ I tell him.
‘Okay, let’s do this. You cook something for us and then I’ll bake something for us as dessert’ he offers.