Estelle immediately stood up, "Don't trash it!"
"I know, I'll readjust the taste a bit," said Jonathan, pouring his own pasta into the pot along with Estelle's leftover pasta. Estelle shot him a cold look, "Mr. Lamont, do you think this is sanitary?"
Jonathan spun around, a smirk playing on his face, "You've swallowed so much spit when kissing, and now you're lecturing me on hygiene?"
Estelle's anger was stuck in her throat, her face turning beet red, unable to utter a word.
Jonathan opened the fridge, grabbing some vegetables to wash and throw into the pot, then added some pepper and meat sauce, and baked a new chicken.
He dished up two plates of pasta, one for Estelle and one for himself.
Estelle took a deep breath, remembering Craig's words, "Better lose to your opponent than to the situation," and sat back down to eat.
In her plate was the newly baked chicken, delicious and fragrant, while the charred chicken she had cooked ended up in Jonathan's plate.
The pasta tasted much better too, absolutely scrumptious.
She was even more pissed off, how could Jonathan, who hardly ever cooks, whip up something so tasty?
Jonathan looked up at her, grinning, "See, I can turn something terrible into a delicacy."
Estelle kept a poker face, shooting back, "What are you trying to say?"
"I'm starving. Let's eat first, then we talk," Jonathan said, digging back into his food.
Estelle watched him silently, then carried on eating.
The two of them ate in silence, like a couple living together.
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