I love cooking. Probably that's why cooking is not so much of my man's thing to be complimentary, otherwise we would have fought in the kitchen in front of the stoves. Nevertheless, he always stays in the kitchen when I cook. Doing miscellaneous things, from washing the vegetables, cutting onions (he can't stand seeing my onion tears ^^) to sometimes more sophisticated things like chopping the meat. He is always my best assistant. (Un)fortunately for him, he has automatically been promoted to head chef heading his own kitchen since I left, with no assistant. Practice makes perfect. Next time when we are both in the kitchen, I will promote him to the vice-chef position :-)

Speaking of kitchen, what I miss the most is this usual scene:

I would be cooking, stirring, tasting food in front of the fully flamed hobs.
The heat is immense.
My clothes are heated as a result.
My man would embrace his arms around my waist, murmuring his stories during the day to my ears, and trying to use his hands to shield me from the heat.
And I would shout out, "tra'nh ra nao, kho' chiu qua'"

Now I won't have to shout him out for at least a few months. But more than ever I miss his embrace from behind, especially when the heat is on.