Asmara World
Nixeelin Cuisine.

The dining room now looks like everyone is enjoying a dinner with minus Davis as well as Ishal.

The mood at the table appears to be more active than usual. Everyone is busy chatting on the sidelines of eating activities, still talking even though the topic is not so important. Even so late in the conversation, everyone just enjoyed a little dinner served on the table.

Nixeelin who had been listening to the chatter of people around her, actually felt astonished. I don't know what is so fun when the topic of conversation is absolutely nothing important.

" Why don't you eat?" nixeelin asked Nauora.

" Good God, I've only watched them talk since before." exclaimed Nauora with a clumsy smile.

Amidst the ongoing noise in the dining room, a new Davis is seen coming with Ishal trailing behind him.

" What are you talking about? It seems very exciting." Davis said immediately sitting next to his wife, as well as Ishal, filling the empty seat.

" Hahahaha, just nostalgic sir." said Andre, after sipping a glass of water in front of him.

" You've been here a long time, but it's okay. I've separated your parts. Eat, tonight I cook." said Nixeelin with a sweet smile.

" Right, you seem to be good at cooking. Thank you, I'll enjoy it." Davis said impatiently to taste his wife's first meal.

" I'm sorry if my cooking isn't as delicious as Kinaya's and dimansion's cooks. It's because I'm just cooking again." Nixeelin explained.

" It's okay, Madam. Thank you for the food." said Ishal began to eat his dinner.

But when a spoonful of food landed in his mouth, he was instantly speechless with a face expression that was hard to guess.

" What's up, Ishal?" ask Nixeelin.

" It's okay, ma'am." replied Isaac who did not forget to throw a smile at his master's wife. He then paused for a moment before returning to his dinner. Without Ishal realizing it, apparently everyone was now looking at him with a difficult gaze to decipher.

" When was the last time you cooked?" davis's simultaneous questioning made everyone at the table switch to staring at him.

" When I went to college." answered Nixeelin honestly.

Hearing his wife's reply, Davis stopped eating, putting down his spoon and fork with origin. After that he grabbed a tissue and then wiped the leftovers thinly lipped.

" This is the last one. You don't have to cook anymore because tomorrow there's a chef." Davis said casually.

" Why?" tanya Nixeelin put on her innocent look.

" Your cooking is so bad. It looks good and can be evocative as bright as possible, but it doesn't feel worth tasting. Your capcai is very bitter and salty, I don't know what you pour into it when you cook it. And also. This pasta you made is very bitter. I've never eaten a dish like this, so... "

" True, I think this is delicious sir." said Ishal cut off his master's speech. She twitched one eye, coded her employer, but Davis ignored her.

" Heh?" Nixeelin gaped at her husband with her two perfectly rounded eyes. A split second later, his face flushed red from embarrassment. He then spread his gaze, staring one by one at the table eating.

" Is it true that my cooking is not good? Then why do you guys.." Nixeelin's words hung, she looked at everyone beside her.

While Nauora, Miguel, Lauren, Viet and the assistants were downcast, they seemed to give an explanation.

" I'm sorry, I have to say it to stop your intentions of wanting to cook again" Davis said lightly, as if feeling innocent made his wife ashamed before many people.

" Ah, one more." paused Davis, while Nixeelin was still staring at her husband's flat face with unblinking eyes.

" I hope you don't cook anymore, and make Dad taste your cooking" she added.

Ishal who had heard Davis' words since, sighed while shaking his head. "It turns out he's still an idiot like school time."