Celestine's POV
I'm slicing sweet onions because that's what he said he'd use. He's done marinating the beef, so he will now sauté it. Then I let him cook. Remarkably, he does not appear to be afraid of getting splattered with oil, in contrast to me, who employs the pot's lid as a protective barrier.
"That smells so good!" I said, sniffing the beef he was cooking. It's making me feel so hungry! I'm going to load up on rice later!
"Yeah, whatever," he arrogantly replied, grinning. He threw me a glance before focusing his full attention back on his cooking.
I refrained from engaging in an argument with him on this point, as he had every reason to be proud of his culinary prowess, which not everyone possesses. Even I, as a woman, can't do this.
"When did you learn how to cook?" I couldn'
