I swear I could watch him cook all day. He covered the pot with it's lid and adding the things he needed to add then turned to me.
"I hope it's tasty enough for your liking." he said. Tasty enough for my liking? To laugh out loud, I think whatever he does is fucking perfect and there was no way his cooking won't be tasty enough for my liking.
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