As we sat down at the dining table, a warm smile spread across my face. "I'll make it. Thanks," I said, appreciating her offer to prepare breakfast for both of us. However, she insisted that I join her, emphasizing that it wasn't a big deal and that she enjoyed my company. Chuckling, she won me over with her convincing powers, as I knew from experience that once a housewife set her mind on something, she would go to great lengths to accomplish it, regardless of any obstacles.
After a moment of consideration, I agreed, realizing that it would be pleasant to share a meal together. "Okay," I replied, surrendering to her gentle persuasion. We exchanged a smile, acknowledging our agreement. I expressed my preference for a plain omelette with a slice of bread, and she nodded, appreciating the simplicity and healthiness of my choice.