The clock on the wall ticked off the minutes slowly, as if reluctantly. The sun had already set, painting the sky outside the window with sunset colors, and you were still spinning in the kitchen, perfecting your culinary masterpiece – a thick, fragrant soup with chicken and vegetables.

It's not just soup. This is an attempt to express all those feelings that overwhelmed you: excitement, tenderness, joy from your new stage of life. You carefully selected the products, sliced the vegetables with extreme care, and the chicken cooked according to your grandmother's recipe filled the kitchen with an incredible aroma. Even the spices you usually use in small doses were playing brighter notes today, as if reflecting your emotions.

Finally, familiar footsteps were heard outside the door. Felonia came in, tired but with a radiant smile. Her eyes, tired from the day's work, shone when she saw a steamed bowl of steaming soup on the table.

— «It smells amazing,» — she whispered, and it was the best compliment possible.

She tasted the soup. The silence dragged on for a few moments, interrupted only by the sound of a spoon making a pleasant clicking sound on a porcelain plate. You held your breath, and a whole storm of anticipation and impatience boiled inside you.

And finally, it happened. Her lips stretched into a wide smile, and she said softly:

— «You're a delicious cook.»