The whole day they spent with each other, talking and laughing and eating the food Nivritti had prepared.
"Okay, you officially are a good cook. How did you learn how to cook Korean?" praised Kyung-Soo.
"Internet has everything, Grandpa," she teased him.
"Teach me!" said Kyung-Soo.
"What? Cooking?"
"Yes," he said.
"Why?"
"So that you won't tease me about dating SK Hyung," pouted Kyung-Soo. Nivritti sniggered and started laughing at him. "Don't laugh!" he sulked.
"Dear NK! You are perfect the way you are. You don't need to learn anything else," Nivritti ran her fingers through his hair and shook it a little with love.
"Suppose you are sick and cannot make food, then I will be able to feed you," said Kyung-Soo.
"Well, you burn your fingers even while boiling water. Teaching you cooking will be like climbing Mount Everest. A very difficult task but… let's say I will try to teach you," she smiled at him.
