"It's just for looks. I don't think it's very spicy. Why don't you try some?"
Jim Quincy picked up his chopsticks. It was pretty good.
A little spicy, but it really whetted his appetite. "It's right up my alley. The flatbread is good too, especially the part on the bottom that's soaked in the sauce. It goes perfectly with the rice."
Mrs. Quincy gave a thumbs-up. "Your cooking skills aren't bad. From now on, you're in charge of all the meals at home."
Cecilia Adler: "...Alright." 'It's just cooking, no big deal.'
"I'm afraid you won't have time. You're to report to this place next Wednesday to learn how to drive." Jim Quincy took out two envelopes. One was a letter of introduction for driving school, and the other was for her trip home. "I've also arranged your tickets to go back to your hometown. Just take your grandmother and get on the train directly." He added, "Don't forget to come back to the capital a day early to prepare for your driving lessons."
