Little did I know

chapter 3

Oh, it's 6:15!!! My stomach is making weird noises, indicating that I will have to scavenge for food now.

As I look into the fridge, I think of making dinner today. Mom and the others are tired too, so why not cook something for them?

Aaron's home these days and is leaving next week. I love him, and he's like a best friend more than a brother, but he's also an overprotective chicken. I share almost everything with him. He comforted me during my lows when I needed a shoulder to cry on. I'm glad I have him.

So, as I look into the fridge, I find chicken, lettuce, and other veggies. I'll be making chicken Caesar pasta salad, and along with that, we have some soup left. I'm also taking out some burger patties. I just have to fry them and assemble everything.

So, I start by boiling the pasta and washing the lettuce. I marinate the pasta with salad dressing. Now, what's left? Oh, yeah, croutons!!!

Now, I marinate the chicken with pepper, salt, garlic, and other spices.

"Someone's cooking," Aaron says. He seems to be in a good mood today.

"Yes, I thought, why not use my skills and make something for y'all?" I reply.

As we're talking, Mom enters the kitchen.

"what's being cooked? It smells awesome," Mom asks, tasting the salad dressing.

"No, Mom. I'm cooking dinner today and making something new, so head out, everyone. Wait for me in the living room."

"Okay, great," Mom says, and they head to the living room.

"We want Oreos!" Anna comes in.

"Oh, not right now, both of you. I'm making something special for dinner. If you eat Oreos, your tummies will be full, so wait for some time, dear."

"what are you making?" Mona asks.

"That is a surprise. Till then, why don't you play with your Legos?"

Both of them leave, and I start working.

After half an hour, my chicken Caesar pasta salad is ready, the burgers are ready, and I put the dessert in the fridge. It's 7:10. Everyone must be starving.

Mom and Aaron help me set the table.

The twins are running around the house; they are busy playing.

It's 7:30, and I call the twins. They come excitedly when I tell them I have made their favourite dessert.

Everyone starts digging in.

"This recipe is so good, dear. Where did you get it from?" Mom asks.

"Some days ago, I discovered it on a food blog on Insta. I'm glad you liked it."

"Again, I'm saying, you should think about being a chef or going to culinary school because you cook the best," Aaron says, speaking with food in his mouth.

"Nope, Aaron. This is just a hobby of mine, but making a full-time career out of it? Nah! Besides, my dream is to be a teacher." Even though I'm not sure about it, I'm good at teaching. But then, I don't know how that will be possible because teaching means interacting with students and communicating, and that's something I'm least familiar with.

After dinner, we play Uno. The twins also love Aron, so they're on his team. Aaron wins the game.

"You cheated. I know you did," I say as I feel something fishy.

"I knew you'd say that. The losing chickens always make a ruckus," Aaron says.

"What? Did you just call me a chicken? Just wait and watch. I won't go easy on you next time," I say.

"In your dreams. I'll always win." We both are good at Uno. but somehow, he always wins.