of loving being pampered

Make sure you do not start cooking till I reach. ok?

Ok. Come fast.

Like you'll do a lot anyway . You'll probably just sit around, watch him cook and absolutely love the attention.

Cheech, we are having Perfect Poached Fish with Ginger & Basil. Sounds good?

Umhmmm. Anything is good.

Yeah, we'll make this then you won't be freaking out while eating it. Coz the rest of the recepies are all for fried fish.

N here I made bok choy & mushrooms for you. U can munch these while we cook the fish.

:D you did! but I told you not to cook till I came over.

Ok what do I do now? 

ummmm. you can put the chicken stock in the pan and stir it till it boils. I already marinated the fish and the salad is ready so there isn't much left to do.

BUT! we were supposed to cook together!

but we are cooking together cheech. don't worry we'll do it again soon.


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