"I guess we are having a dinner party, "Esmeralda said as she looked at the people at the dinner table, "Thank god, we cooked enough."
"Were you planning to feed an army?" Ethan asked as he looked at the food items on the table. They were so many things that he did not understand what these ladies were thinking when they were cooking it.
Esmeralda said with a sigh, "It was so therapeutic to cook, Ethan. You don't know the joy of cooking."
Ethan could only agree with her. "Whatever you say."
