"How did you like the food?" He asked as he placed the used dishes on the sink and started cleaning the table.
He grabbed his glass and drank the remaining wind in it before including it in the pile that needed a wash.
"It was fine, the same as the last time." She admitted, helping out in the kitchen.
She might not be the one who usually worked on the chores back home, but she tried to help when she could. Although, she would admit that Jacky was better at doing it.
"Fine. Just fine." He turned around to her with a look of disbelief. "I put my heart and soul into that dish to satisfy your palate, then all you can say to me is that it was fine."
Despite his busy schedule today, he wanted to make this night special for them, even planning this dinner in his mind in between his meetings. So, he was not about to agree with the assessment of his cooking being just fine.
