Christmas Eve always gives a special mood. Moreover, all relatives and friends will gather at the festive table to spend the old year and celebrate the new one.

Considering your spring acquaintance, today is only the first time you and Leon have spent Christmas together. All this made you feel awe, it was really important, because your parents already consider him a part of your family. As already discussed, you spend the whole evening at your parents' house, and after 12 a.m. you leave and continue the holiday either alone or with friends.

The refrigerator is full of groceries that have been lying there for 10 days and waiting in the wings. You bought something for your apartment, and everything else will be taken to your mother for salads and dishes for the New Year's table.

Your cooking was certainly better than any semi-finished food or agent's cooking, which included just a few quick recipes. And Kennedy can confidently state that he is addicted to her and the constant pots in the refrigerator. You fatten him up so much that sometimes Leon has to compensate for all this with additional training, because he often disrupts his diet because of you. But how can he refuse your new soup?

However, the days before the holiday seemed to be fasting. Scott, who was used to eating his fill sometimes, now heard only one thing: "It's for Christmas. Don't touch it." This phrase made him pout like a little boy, which he sometimes was only around you. All of his beliefs have never worked.

And now, that day has come. The warm kitchen was teeming with empty packages and vegetable skins. Leon volunteered to help you slice a couple of salads, but most of the sliced food went into his mouth, not into the salad bowl. "Can you put that on a plate instead of in your mouth?" you grumbled, putting your hands on your hips. "Do you feel sorry for a piece?", Kennedy appeared and ate a piece of sausage. "I'm standing here with the last of my strength, I'm hungry!" he playfully exclaimed, followed by his stomach rumbling.