MC POV
My parents haven't returned from their trip yet and should be back in about a month or so. Since it's the weekend, I decided to prepare a very special lunch, moving around the kitchen and shifting between various stations. For today's lunch, I'm making oven-roasted meat with tomato sauce and assorted vegetables and roots, including potatoes, sweet potatoes, carrots, cabbage, broccoli, and eggplant.
As a side dish, I'm preparing fried rice with eggs, bacon, and boiled bananas—a Brazilian dish. Alongside that, I'll make a pumpkin cream.
"Pete, for the cream, you need to make sure everything is mashed and very creamy, or it'll lose its special flavor."
"Okay, my love," he replied.
I smiled softly, watching Peter as he worked hard to prepare one of the side dishes.
My cute little brother was setting the table. Every few seconds, I'd see him appear in the kitchen to grab plates and glasses, then vanish in a wisp of light smoke.
