"Ezra, oh, Ezra, your stomach is more honest than you."
Taking a chair and sat down at the dining table connected to the kitchen, he could clearly see Raphael who was taking ingredients from the cupboard, taking out bread then meat and some vegetables.
"What do you plan to cook?" Ezra asked, lifting his head slightly."
"A simple sandwich, just wait, you will definitely like my cooking."
"If it's just a sandwich I can cook it too, all sandwiches taste pretty much the same."
"I think if a sandwich was cooked by my hand, it would be much tastier."
"Aha, is that even possible?" Ezra sneered mischievously, he chuckled a bit. Raphael just shook his shoulder, then said "Sit nice and wait until I finish." Ezra watched Raphael's back flex as he lit the stove and soon the delicious aroma of meat wafted into the air making his stomach grumble even louder.
This is really embarrassing, can my stomach be patient for a moment?
