William stood in the living room, his face etched with anticipation.
Elly was taken aback, then chuckled, "Daddy has important things to do, but he promised to return in a couple of days. Once he's done with his current tasks, he'll be sure to come back."
She raised her hand and ruffled William's hair, saying, "Be good, and look at your picture books here for a while. Mommy will go and make you dinner."
At the mention of Elly going to cook, William's expression changed immediately, "Maybe... maybe let's not?"
Elly: "..."
Did he really have to look so repulsed? Was her cooking that awful?
The little comrade, William, took his mommy's hand and shook it coquettishly, suggesting,
"Mommy, how about we eat out until Daddy comes back? I don't want you to work too hard, having to work and then cook for me."
Elly: "..."
He was clearly disgusted by her cooking, yet he pretended it was because he didn't want her to overwork herself.
