That evening, Nathan invited Sonny and Luisa over for dinner, planning to celebrate their special day with some wine and close friends.
Sonny, not well-versed in cooking, offered to assist Nathan in the kitchen.
Meanwhile, Luisa sat on the sofa with Lucinda, peeling an apple for her.
Occasionally, sounds of laughter and chatter emanated from the kitchen.
âNathan, how do I handle this celery?â
âRemove the fibers and cut it into small pieces.
â
A while later, Sonny asked, âHow small should I cut them?â
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Nathan was momentarily lost for words.
After a brief pause, Sonny inquired, âHow do I peel this garlic?
And what shape should I cut the meat into?
This shrimp looks fresh; do I need to de-vein it? If so, how do I do it?â
âNathan.
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.
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Nathanâs anger flared up, and he couldnât contain it any longer.
âGet out!â he shouted, pushing Sonny out of the kitchen.
In the Living room, the two girls stared at Sonny, who scratched his head awkwardly and tried to make an excuse for himself.
âHeâs just in a good mood today and wanted to cook a sumptuous dinner for us all by himself!â
Luisa snorted with disdain.
âSonny, youâre so clumsy! Why canât you be more like Nathan and learn to cook? I donât want to cook for you anymore! Iâm not your servant.
â
Sonny retorted with less confidence, âWhat nonsense are you talking about in front of Lucinda? I never made you my servant.
â
He leaned over and sat next to Luisa.
âYouâve gained some weight recently, and you look plump.
ALL thanks to me for taking good care of you!â
Luisa was horrified.
âHave I gained so much weight?
Am I ugly now?â