He punched my shoulder and said, "Ouch, it hurts! Can't you consume it first or even taste it before throwing it away?"

"I won't take the chance because I know you taste horrible."

I was proud of him and he was just staring at me bored. "You haven't tasted it yet! Maybe I'm ugly but for sure when you taste me first, you will definitely come back."

"There won't be anything similar the next time because if I taste you, I'll murder myself."

Is he really serious? I'm kidding, of course. I'm not sure if you're referring to me or the meal.

I was merely startled since he always had...