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He sat on the dining chair opposite to her seat and looked at the plate of food in front of him.

"It looks like someone shat in it."

She gritted her teeth in annoyance, her spatula raised high in her hand. She was very close to smacking his head with the sauce filled spatula. Aesthetically, she knew that her food might not look that good but she had been cooking for herself all these years. She had experience mixing various spices to produce the ultimate tastiest pasta dish and he was just going to trample on her hard work like that?

"Fine. If you don't want to eat it, I will" Her hand was almost at the edge of the plate to take it away from him before he lightly smacked it away.

"I didn't say that" He picked up the fork and twisted it into the pasta noodles and brought a huge amount to his mouth. He wondered if he should pray to the devil or to the god, he decided on praying to himself. Even if it wasn't good, he wasn't going to pretend that it was.

He put the noodles in his mout