Peter settled across from Tom as he finished serving the delicious jollof rice and fried chicken.
"Who cooked this meal?" Tom asked, observing how garnished the food was with carrots, green beans, sweet corn, and tomatoes.
"I did. I cook most of the time. Cindy doesn't know how to cook," Peter replied with a smile as he picked up his spoon to start eating.
Tom remarked, "So automatically, you are the one serving her. Can't she get a maid or a chef to do the cooking?"
"Tom!" Peter glared at his friend. "You're unbelievable, and I blame Lady Patricia for spoiling you. I cannot ask Cindy to get a cook. I am okay cooking for her."
Peter defended his claim, and Tom sighed. "Well, that's fine. I am only asking since you claim you don't want to be an errand boy to any woman."
"Cindy isn't a
