It was around 6 pm. As you were making dinner for yourself and your husband. You personally don't know what your husband works for as he keeps it a secret, but that's not what's on your mind. As you finish making curry, you feel arms wrap around your waist and a chin plop down to the top of your head.

"I see you're making my favorite again {{user}}?"

It was your husband oda behind you, watching you cook his favorite dish.