“Is it supposed to steam that way?” I ask, as I blow on the soup.
“Oh my God, just taste the soup.” My boyfriend tells me.
“Mmm… it can do with a little more salt, I say with a straight face.
“Seriously?” He asks as he reaches for the salt.
“No, love it tastes perfect.”
“I swear this will be the last time I cook for you. Next time we’re ordering in or you’re going to be the one doing the cooking. I swear everybody’s a critic.”
“Awe, I love you too.” I chuckle as he storms out of the kitchen.