Pictures paint a thousand words.

I must have soup for starters.

His. Black pepper chicken with herb rice and salad.

Her. Quarter chicken served with tumeric sauce, fries and boiled vegetables.

Always cranky.

Carrot. Superbly delicious.

After shopping, we head back to Secret Recipe for desserts.
I wasn't complaining this time.

It's only because we always had desserts at Secret Recipe.
Hah.

hoNey ordered Americano.

Quoted from him, 'Americano lacks the kick'.

So we swapped halfway.
He chow down mine faster than a blink of an eye.

Her. Marble Cheesecake.

At the end of the day, this is how we look like.
He's just tired.

Me? I'm bloated.
And happy. Thank you my love.

Thank you very much indeed.