The over-exaggerated descriptions made Waree let out a chuckle before she slapped his arm softly.
“Stop being extra. Seriously, does it taste good?”
“Of course, it does. Well, how would the meal my sister cooks be bad, right?”
“Right. Your sister is one of those genius cooks. Everyone I cook for in the U.S. was always impressed.”
“Yeah? But it tastes kind of familiar, like the instant one in the cabinet.”
The comment came with a chuckle, making the cook pause. Her cheeks reddened uncontrollably. And Wisana burst out with a laugh at how his guess was right. Why would he not know? He always cooked for himself, too.
“You knew?”
“Aw, did I make the genius cook lose her self-esteem?” He teased her. “I’m kidding. Homemade or instant, it tastes good, because of how you cook it anyway.”
“...”
Waree was speechless. She turned her blushing face away, embarrassed.
“Come on. It’s delicious. I like it.”
“You do?” Her big round eyes turned back to look at him with a little expectation.