The white pasta that I found in the fridge, which I was expecting to be decent, was actually a one-of-a-kind dish where I experienced different flavours and textures that I didn't even know could be used in a simple pasta dish, which made me lick off my empty plate after finishing everything in a few spoons because of how tasty it was.
I was wondering why my mother's cooking improved so well to the point she could even compete with me for only that one dish of pasta and that she specialised in making any type of pasta dish, but it turns out that it wasn't her that made it and was our neighbour next door, who was most likely the next person the Gods had their eyes on.
