Luna cooked six dishes and a soup.
Due to her mother's favoritism toward sons over daughters, she had learned the art of cooking at a young age.
Samuel sat at the dining table and glanced at the dishes.
Luna joined Samuel at the dining table.
Looking at how well-behaved Luna was, Samuel commanded, "Finish the food."
Seeing there were at least four plates of food left, Luna replied, "I can't finish all of it."
"Are you trying to waste my money? Why did you cook up such a feast if you can't finish all of it?" questioned Samuel.
Luna felt indignant.
Samuel knocked on the table as he gave her a warning look. With tension, Luna blinked and stared at Samuel.
"You've gone against the rules, so you have to prepare breakfast for me tomorrow," Samuel said.
Samuel got up and walked to his study while whistling.
Luna devoured another mouthful of rice angrily.
