Mr. Mirano let out a chuckle after savoring a spoonful of Martha's soup, the flavors dancing on his palate. "So, how is it?" Martha inquired, a bright smile stretching across her thin lips."It's absolutely delightful, as always," he replied, taking another spoonful. "Martha, I swear, your cooking never ceases to amaze me!"Martha's gaze shifted towards Terrace, offering him a taste of the soup as well. His face lit up with delight, and soon he was asking for more. Meanwhile, a sense of satisfaction washed over Martha; she was thrilled to have pleased them with her culinary skills and secretly hoped for the opportunity to showcase her talents further. Just then, Mrs. Mirano made her entrance.A broad smile spread across Mr. Mirano's face at the sight of his wife, though her stern expression suggested she was in no mood for lighthearted banter or playfulness. Her scowl was accentuated by her tightly clenched fists, as if she were ready to unleash a barrage of heavy punches upon him."I