**Cassie’s POV**

We are now in front of the table, and I do not know why, but it is so satisfying for me to see my boss eating my well-made soup like it is the most delicious of all its types.

 

"Loves this dish! I will probably buy your recipe, and I can build a restaurant any moment," he said, sounding so exaggerated.

 

I rolled my eyes and gave him a smirk. "I am not selling my mother's recipe. But I can cook you dishes if you want; it's not a big deal."

 

He smiled brightly, as if he heard a nice investment in his company. "That's awesome! I will...