Martin said, "Give me the apron."
I immediately ordered him out, "I won't eat anything you cook. It's late. You should leave."
Martin began untying the apron I was wearing, "How about I cook something for the kid?"
Pomelo looked up at Martin, "Daddy, I have a name. I'm called Pomelo, remember?"
Martin asked, "Pomelo, what do you like to eat? Daddy will make it for you."
Pomelo glanced at me with her big, grape-like eyes and sweetly said, "Whatever Mommy likes, Pomelo likes too."
"Alright, you and Mommy go wait outside for a bit," Martin said to Pomelo before starting to search the fridge for ingredients.
I led Pomelo out of the kitchen.
Martin's cooking skills are excellent, though he rarely cooks.
Whatever he makes for Pomelo should be fine.
Pomelo took a peek into the kitchen and then said to me in her sweet voice, "Mommy, you don't seem to like Daddy, do you?"
I was speechless.
How was I supposed to answer such a deadly question from Pomelo?
9
Martin quickly prepared a four-dish meal and a soup.
Without exception, they are all my favorites.
I wasn't sure if Pomelo would like them, so I asked her, "Pomelo, do you like these?"
Pomelo nodded happily, "I love them."