My wife keeps on telling me how she can’t bake. Then she disappears into the kitchen for a few hours, and pretty soon the house is full of gorgeous aromas coming from the oven.
“What’s baking?””Oh a little something, don’t think it’ll turn out very nice. I can’t bake.”45 minutes pass…*a full mouthful later*“OMG! This is great, you should sell this and become rich!”
All she can do is smile shyly. Haiya. No need to be shy. If you have it, flaunt it.
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