Neighbor, Really?!

Monster Chef 1.0

Kristoff yawned wide as he descended the stairs. From the end of the stairs he could see his wife in the kitchen was preparing something. His stomach automatically rumbled at the thought of having breakfast in a moment. He smiled broadly when he entered the kitchen area and greeted his beloved wife.

"Good morning, Honey." Kristoff booped Anna's nose and stood beside her.

"Hey! Good morning, Kristoff." Anna answered with a giggle, while her hands were busy stirring something in the bowl. "Look. I have prepared a bowl of porridge for you." She pointed the bowl on the table.

Kristoff beamed and rubbed both of his hands enthusiastically. "Really?" And he threw his fist into the air when Anna nodded her head. "Yes!"

"Come on, sit down and try this." Anna pulled one of the chairs and asked Kristoff to sit on it. And then she sat down next to him.

Kristoff did what he was told and grabbed the spoon. He took a spoonful of the porridge and the moment it touched his taste buds, his face turned green. He couldn't describe the taste of the porridge but one thing he was certain that he knew about the composition of the porridge was salt. Salt was the hero of the dish. Wait, there was one more strange taste that was so dominant, and he couldn't put his finger on it.

Kristoff cleared his throat. "Anna, will you get me some water, please?"

"Oh! Sure. Wait a moment." Anna got up from her seat and took a glass of water for Kritoff. She was very excited about this experimental recipe and hoped her husband would like it.

As soon as Kristoff received a glass of water from Anna, he immediately drank it and hoped that the strange sensation in his mouth could be swallowed into his stomach along with the water. And once his mouth cleared of the strange sensation earlier, he slowly pushed the bowl of porridge away from him. This action made Anna furrow her brows.

"Why don't you finish it?" Asked Anna a little confused.

"I'm full." Burp. "See." Burp again. Kristoff tried hard to make his face look convincing.

Anna pouted when a possibility crossed her mind. "It doesn't taste good, does it?"

"No, no, no. It's just that-"

Suddenly Anna took the bowl and scooped out its contents. She stuffed her mouth with it and instantly her face turned yellow. She immediately vomited it back into the bowl because she couldn't swallow it. She took Kristoff's glass of water and finished it. She just kept sticking out her tongue because of the strange sensation that didn't go away.

"That was horrible. Yikes!" Anna shuddered just remembering the taste.

Kritoff, feeling his wife's disappointment, tried to make her feel better. He took her hand and squeezed it lightly. "Hey, it's okay. Maybe your porridge doesn't taste good because you're tired. You can try to make it another time." He beamed when an idea across his mind. "Or, I am the one who will cook for you. It's weekend, honey. I'm free."

"Are you sure you can cook?" Anna was not sure if her husband could cook, because she never saw him cooking in the kitchen even for once.

Kristoff beaming face turned into less convincing grin. "No, I can't cook. But I can learn how to cook. Trust me."

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"Good morning, Jack." Elsa was just getting ready to go to work and greet her husband who was sitting on the kitchen island, playing spoon and fork as if he were playing a drum. She wasn't feeling very well when she woke up this morning because she had an itchy throat, a congested nose and a slight dizziness.