At this point, Javier felt a thick layer of sweat tickling down his spine. He has never felt this fear but all of the sudden, she made it obvious that he has to praise her food, otherwise this might be the last day of his life.
Moreover, she looked no less intimidating right now. He saw how her face was entirely expressionless, with no emotions, neither warmness nor cold.
'Was she serious? She will not handle any criticism against herself?' but still, he drank the soup and ate the remaining vegetables.
Unexpectedly, the dinner wasn't as bad he was imagining it to be. She never cooked since they both started living under one roof and this will be considered the first time.
"So, tell me? Is this good or bad?" Jennifer asked in the coldest tone which reflected that she was more serious about her words which she earlier said.
