Rishi's pov,

I laughed out as this devil narrates stupidity. My mom looked at me and I finally controlled my laughter.

"Are you sure Angel, this biryani is cooked by you?" Nisha asked and that devil glared at her.

She then shuffled her hairs and nodded. Anyone could tell from her expressions that she doesn't know cooking. I observed her as she was narrating the names of vegetables and only those that were visible in biryani. Everyone detected the same but her confidence level was damn good.

"The Malapao restaurant", I calmly said as soon as I took the first bite. She glared at me and I smirked at her. I was enjoying her embarassed look.

"Are you a secret chef there?" I asked her with amusement and her shoulders sanked. I resisted the urge to laugh at her. Her expressions were too funny.

"What do you mean? Anyone who knows cooking would be a chef of restaurant?"