CHAPTER 195: Fear of Falling From Wealth

“No, this is fine, thank you. Now, go ahead and start preparing those dishes. I'm starving!" Maggie smiled and headed back to the kitchen, her hands moving efficiently as she began to chop, dice, and sauté her way through the meal prep. The aroma of sizzling meat and spices soon wafted through the air, teasing Natasha's taste buds and building her anticipation. As the savory scents intensified, Natasha's stomach growled in anticipation. She sipped her juice, feeling the cool liquid slide down her throat, and took a seat at the dining table. Maggie busied herself in the kitchen, expertly juggling the preparation of the three dishes. The sizzle of meat on the grill, the soft simmer of the Menudo, and the crunch of fresh vegetables for the Cemitas all blended together in a symphony of culinary delights. Finally, Maggie emerged from the kitchen with a vibrant array of dishes, each one a testament to her culinary skills. "Your meal is ready, ma'am," she announced, setting the ste