"Oh! It looks so, so delicious!" exclaimed Marceline, resting her arms on the table as she sniffed the air.
The aroma coming from the pan was a strong smell of basil with a hint of tomato and ground beef. This aroma was already permeating every corner of the apartment.
The women sitting at the table salivated as I approached with the pot, and my heart was pounding in my chest.
"I asked the skeleton to cut the noodles, but are they too thin?" I asked myself, swallowing hard as I placed the pot on the wooden table.
Rosella's cheeks were flushed with anxiety.
Still, she tried to maintain her composure in front of my mother and sister.
"It smells really good," Rosella commented coldly.
"Wow, Bran~, I didn't know you could cook..." Fumiko tasted it with a smirk. She obviously wanted to embarrass me in front of Rosella.
