The blissful looks on the children's faces spoke volumes about the taste of the kebabs.
Something delicious didn't need much description. One just needed to look at the expressions of the children.
The parents sat beside their children as they wore smiles on their faces. They looked at Mag, impressed.
Back when the children received their awards, none of them looked as happy or blissful as they did now. Mag's culinary skills was just amazing.
"She is lucky to have a husband so handsome and talented. I envy the hell out of her!" The mothers looked at their husbands, who were of an age with Mag but looked 10 years older and much fatter, and sighed. Their men didn't do anything when at home, let alone cook for them.
The mothers looked at Mag as a model husband, while the fathers regarded him with hatred. Of course Mag was ignorant of all that, absorbed as he was in grilling kebabs.
