"Oh, thank God it was just that!~" Camila let out a deep sigh of relief as she clutched her chest. "I thought for a second that I accidentally added bleach instead of cream and rotten meat while making the dish for you to have such a horrid reaction...I was even about to cry out, thinking that I served you something spoiled for your first meal in my house."
"The one who should be crying is me, since after today I really am going to struggle to enjoy any other food that isn't made by you..." I melancholy said as I ate another spoon of her rich and creamy rissoto with cubed pieces of fatty pork and salty mushrooms, and I almost moaned out because of how delicious it was.
"Is my food really as good as you say?"
Camila asked expectantly as she saw me eating her food with conflicted eyes and a concerned look on my face, not knowing what to make of it.
