High School Lecture (1)

Sizzle-sizzle-.

Over the past few days, Dad had been learning to cook from Mom, and he put his whole heart into it as he took hold of the frying pan.

And finally.

Dad's dish appeared on the dining table.

A plate with steam curling up from it.

With its promising appearance, Arin and I swallowed hard.

“Well, go ahead and give it a taste.”

Dad waited for our evaluation with both hands politely clasped together.

Wearing an apron and looking completely tense, he was the very picture of a rookie chef.

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