Meredith let out an excited moan with her eyes closed. The soup was just perfect. The way the flavors blended well with each other and the basil leave floating on top of the soup made it looked rich. She savored the delicious taste of the soup with a soft smile on her face.
"Is-it okay?" Atlas asked, staring at her.
Meredith opened her eyes and looked up at him, "It's the best soup I have ate since my mom died!" Meredith said, sadness flashing across her eyes before she broke into a wide grin.
"Really?"
"Yes!"
A relieved look washed over his face and a smile broke through his lips.
"I didn't know you were such a good cook. Your wife would be lucky!"
Meredith said, giving him a playful glare.
Atlas shook his head smiling, "I don't really know how to cook. I had to call my chef to assist me. He gave me the instructions and guided me."
"Wait, what?" Meredith said, shocked and confused.
"You mean you followed your chef's instructions and prepared this masterpiece?"
