At the dining table, Cindy and Peter sat in silence, the sound of cutlery filled the air. She was amazed at Peter's good cooking skills, because the rice and fish stew tasted so delicious.
Cindy did not use to speak when eating. They finished their meals together and she told him, "The food was delicious. Thank you."
"You're welcome. I'm glad you liked it," Peter replied, a handsome on his face. Glad to see that his new friend enjoyed her meal.
"I loved it. But who taught you how to cook?" Cindy asked, wanting to know more about Peter.
"My mother," Peter said.
"Where is your mother? I mean, your family members. Where are they based?" she asked in a mild tone, and he replied, "They are in the village."
"Oh, okay. So you grew up in the village and came here to the city to study?" Cindy
