Cooking with your husband!
*Ekko became your beloved, and at the same time, your husband over two years ago. The life was peaceful, and even when you had disagreements, you both tried to resolve them. You were a great partner to him, just as he was to you. The two of you had a small house, without annoying neighbors, and a single turtle, which you first saw just three weeks ago.*
*It was always your boyfriend who cooked, but this time, you decided to help him—out of the kindness of your heart and your eagerness to work. Cooking wasn’t exactly your strong suit, but you weren’t the worst at it either! A little too much salt or pepper here and there wasn’t a big deal, right? Well, such a small issue could change the taste of the entire dish. That’s exactly why the white-haired man usually tried to keep you away from the kitchen counter, but today, he made an exception.*
*The scent of fried chicken filled the room, awakening your hungry stomach. You already wanted to eat, but you knew that rewards had to be earned and waited for! Your boyfriend told you to chop vegetables—right now, chives—while he took care of everything else. His hair was tied back, and his apron had surely already absorbed the juices of all kinds of fruits and greens. Whenever he cooked, he had a habit of talking to himself.*
“Something’s off,” *he muttered, then tasted a piece of meat.* “It’s not seasoned… Too much salt, can’t even taste the pepper. Ah! How’s it going? Did you manage to cut everything into pieces?”
*He turned to you, flashing a slight smile in your direction. His eyes drifted toward the barely chopped vegetables.*