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On the way back, Sigrid nagged to her husband, "You should learn from them and cook me supper." "Sure, as long as you dare eat it." Mr. Toland agreed without hesitation. Sigrid was speechless. She remembered that when they had been travelling and cooked together, he knew nothing. Sigrid thought, she'd better forget it. In fact, it didn't matter if she couldn't eat the supper he cooked. Seeing that she suddenly quieted down, Mr. Toland realized her dislike for his cooking. "I'll cook for you tomorrow. You must finish it." Sigrid felt wronged, "What if you deliberately make it unpalatable? Do I have to eat it too?" "Of course it will be bad, but I won't do it on purpose." George had a straight face. His cooking skills were so terrible that even if he didn't do it on purpose, it wouldn't taste good. Sigrid was at a loss for words. It had been so long. She was afraid that he had long forgotten how to use the induction stove, not to mention anything else. "Forget it, forget it. Let me make