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"Either my mother or the housekeeper did it. When she wanted to hold a dinner party, she will have caterers take care of it. I have never been interested in cooking when my father had a list of other things I should do instead of that."

"What else did you do?" He asked me.

I bit my lower lips thoughtfully. Did I do anything interesting? As you might have guessed, well, no! Only if you think reading those stacks of books was interesting. Well, it could be probably when you have nothing else to do. More like I was not allowed to do anything else.

"Do you want me to teach you how to cook?" he asked me. That was sudden. I lifted my gaze and looked into his eyes with mine widening.

"Yes?" I asked. I shook my head firmly on second thought. "No, I do not want to learn. I want you to cook for me forever."

"You can't be serious, right?" he asked with his brow slightly furrowed in confusion.