Samuel led Zinnia toward the kitchen, a small but knowing smile playing on his lips. "Of course, I know you miss this while onboard the ship," he said, gesturing to the dining table. The spread was warm and inviting, a testament to his careful preparation.
The table was filled with dishes that would make anyone feel at home after weeks away. A steaming pot of hearty chicken adobo, glistening with its soy sauce glaze, sat at the center. Nearby was a platter of freshly fried spring rolls, golden and crispy. Bowls of garlic fried rice, the aroma wafting through the room, were paired with sautéed vegetables that glistened in vibrant colors. For dessert, there was a simple yet comforting flan, its caramel top shimmering under the soft light.
Zinnia's eyes lit up as she took in the sight. She let out a soft gasp, her excitement unmistakable. "Samuel," she said, her voice breathless, "you made all of this?"
