"I'll be back."

Dalia cooks fried rice while Walter is on her back watching her as if he was taking notes of the process of how a normal fried rice should be done.

"I am doing the same thing, why do my food look different?" he mumbled after Dalia transferred the rice onto a plate.

It caused Dalia to chuckle and she said, "Risa said the same thing but she never changed. I just got used to eating her strange food."

"You eat her cooking?"

"Why not? it still taste good?"

"You must really like her."

Dalia looked at Walter with a confused look. She then asked, "You're eating your own cooking too, what's the difference?"

"I don't."

"You don't?"

"It tastes good too but I can't eat food that doesn't look appetizing."

"Then cook it and make it look good."

"I don't know how. I tried but I always messed up."

"Seriously?"

"Yes."