Cliry’s POV

When the afternoon came, he asked me to cook some food for our dinner. Yes, as early as five in the afternoon, he is thinking about dinner, which usually happens at seven or eight in the evening. We went to the kitchen and discussed what to cook. He has a lot of suggestions, but I admit that I can’t cook anything aside from boiled eggs, rice, and instant noodles.

I know I failed him, but I just said that we would follow the preparation and procedure for cooking the meal he has in mind. He said it was his favorite, so I'll give it a shot.

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