For Someone Else

Soon, the dinner was served. Anthon was amazingly able to prepare six dishes alone in few hours. He, then, laid it on the table with a touch of a chef's art as the delicious aroma spread into the house, making everyone hungry.

Food presentation was also his forte, considering it as an essential matter to the success of a dish just as equally as its taste and flavour. 

Jian bounced and clapped his small hands in happiness when he saw the same chicken dish Anthon made for him days ago. It was the grilled, chicken adobo in thick soy sauce, vinegar, honey, garlic, bay leaves, and pepper. He quickly ran to him and tugged his arm while his shining eyes were on the chicken plate.

"Daddy, can I eat, please? "He said in a cute and pleading look.

"Sure, my love. " Anthon chuckled as he squeezed and hug him first, before picking up a plate.