"I am cooking; what do you want to eat?" I asked; I said as I walked out of the shower, it feels good to have a shower again, which I have not in had nearly a week.
"Everything you cook is amazing; I will eat whatever you cook." She said as she appeared next to me kiss before walking toward the shower n.a.k.e.d. Her pace is very slow, tempting me to join her but seeing how hungry I am feeling, I shook my head and walked out of the bedroom toward the kitchen.
In the kitchen, I took lots of stuff out of my storage and began to think about what to cook. It had been nearly a month since I have eaten something freshly cooked. I barely got time to eat in the realm, much less cook, no matter how much I wanted to eat something delicious.
I looked at all the things in front of me before finally deciding what to cook for dinner; it was a painful decision.
I put away all the extra things and began cooking and was quite surprised that my skills hadn't rusted after nearly a month-long break; I am cooking at a similar familiarity as I had been a weak ago.
This time, I had not only used my hands to cook but also six vines, which I usually use when I am cooking in the hospital.
I wanted to cook an elaborate five-course meal, but I don't want to spend hours doing it, and using the vines is the best choice to cook lots of dishes in a limited time.
The vines are akin to limbs; I could not only use them finely as my hands, but I could also use my abilities through them. With help from the vines, the cooking has become quite easy and fast.
As I was cooking, I heard the sound of a door opening, and Mira walked in wearing nothing but a white t-shirt, which was mine. She looked amazing, and if I did not have so much food to cook, I would have continued staring at her.
She looked quite surprised when she saw the vines and arched her brow in question; to that, I just smiled.
She sat on the chair by the counter and watched me cook silently as I usually do. She is fascinated by my cooking and always watched silently; I had offered to teach her, but that attempt did not go well.
Mira did not have a talent for cooking; she is absolute worst that even a five-year-old kid could cook better than her.
"Its ready," I said as I called back my silver fire and handed everything to the crystal golem, who begin to put everything on the table.
Soon everything is ready, and we sat at the table, the golem a professional butler as it has begun to serve us the food. "Umm, Micheal, you have no idea how much I had missed your cooking," Mira said after taking a first sip of the soup.
She is not the only one that missed it; I am also missed cooking, and the food I made with it had become part of my routine.
Speaking of routine, the days in the realm, Ive missed very much on my practice, not only on the refinement of my body and soul but also my times in Tome. If not for that, I would have def