— Indeed, it all depends on the love and the meaning. It is not the same to cook to the one that you love and the one that you despise. Nonetheless, it's not the same to eat pork sausages or a cup of miso soup. You are forcing your stomach to process such a big amount of lard, oil and meat.


Then she walked towards him with a spoon making him taste the miso broth, mild fish taste with a hint of salt, it wasn't boiling hot and the flavor invaded his tastebuds

— Is that so? I've always sustained that it's not the recipe nor the origin, but the hands of the cook which make a meal truly special. Yet, maybe I can show you the wonders of a full-on english breakfast, with it's respective cup of Earl Grey.

The man leaned on the kitchen door's threshold with a subtle smile on his face, watching her. Soon, he became mesmerized not just by the enticing fragrance, but also by the dexterity of her movements, and her intense concentration.

— You are such a smooth-talker, but you must know that the Japanese breakfast is superior to American, British and even French.

As she was speaking, ingredients started to food the kitchen. One thing was for sure, she was quite resourceful, and the scent of tea, soup, and some other things started to overflow

— I know it will be, just like having you around. Maybe I should invite you as a guest more often, but next time, breakfast is on me.

— Well, I am indeed the guest, the least I can do is some breakfast. It will take a bit, but it will be worthwhile, I promise.

— So you'll be joining me for breakfast? Japanese sounds good for a change of pace, dear.

— Don't mind if I do. Should I make you some toast? Maybe some crumpets? Or fancy something japanese?