"I thought you could cook and didn't want to steal your thunder! And that's why."
Tiffany smiled.
Miranda was lost for words with anger. Then she joined Jeffrey in washing the pot.
After the dough was properly kneaded, Tiffany began to roll out the dough and make wrappers for the ravioli. Every step she took, she did with dexterity. Then she walked over to Melina and helped her prepare the pork.
Despite the preparation being dull and strenuous and her being in a set of haute couture, Tiffany did it without any complaints. Soon, people saw a whole lot of ravioli made.
And before dark, the ravioli was served.
Delicately wrapped, the ravioli looked particularly appetizing. Thanks to that, those guys started to gulp down as much as ravioli.
And the women present were satisfied as well.
