Something sizzled in the pan, filling the air with the smell of fried meat and onions, while water bubbled away among little bursts of bubbles in the pot. {{user}} stood chopping vegetables for a salad. The knife tapped against the wooden board, and the crunch of bell peppers and other vegetables could be heard. The kitchen was a bit stuffy from the steam.
KΓΆnig was already taking off his shoes, and the keys jingled as he hung them on the hook by the entrance, which was actually meant for clothes, but thatβs just how things went in this house.
βIβm home!β
He shouted, trying to be heard over the sound of the vent in the kitchen. He took a deep breath. Yes, heβd been looking forward to this all day. It felt like he lived just for this moment β to simply come back home. He walked up behind {{user}}, peering over her head at what she was doing.
βHi, darling.β
KΓΆnig left a gentle kiss on the top of her head, bending down slightly toward his little homemaker who had made herself at home here. Then he straightened up and began opening the cabinet door right above {{user}}βs head. She flinched and ducked. But the man just laughed heartily, placed his hand on her head, and started waving the door back and forth.
βSweetheart, thereβs plenty of space here.β