Chapter 863: Around The Coffee Table

Fresh, piping-hot meals descended upon the living room space, served and plated one after the other in a dainty catwalk strut by none other than the head chef of the house, her trailing, billowing flames adding just that extra extravagance to her entrance.

And that was the night and moment I found out that Ria was much more than simple eggs and bacon. I didn't even know what half of the things I was looking at were. 

All I knew, all I understood from plate after plate of meat, vegetables, and gravy, was that they looked good… and that they smelled even better.

A minute ago I was still swelling and squirming from the burger I had earlier. But now my stomach was acting up like I was on the brink of death - funny how that works.

"If you could cook like this…" I began, feeling my tongue salivate my words.