Eva took over cooking dinner and while Dante watched, ready to intervene, he couldn't help but be amazed at how she handled everything precisely.
The aroma of the food attacked his nose and got him drooling.
The constant peeking from Rhea every now and then made it clear to him that he wasn't the only one who couldn't wait to taste Eva's cooking already.
Mylo walked in, pretended to grab a bottle of water from the refrigerator while stretching his neck like a giraffe just to take a glance at the food.
Eva prepared the chicken, made mashed potatoes. Gave the steak a good grilling at the back while Dante hovered around her like a vulture.
When dinner was finally ready, he was almost out of saliva but held himself back from immediately diving into his place.
"This is the best chicken I've ever eaten," Rhea complimented, his pupils dilating when she ate another fork of chicken and hummed in satisfaction.
