Ivy knew that he did not like owing people, so she presented him with the receipt for the groceries. "Just pay me for the groceries. I'm actually not that good a cook, so don't pay me too much. I'll be eating the food, too, anyway."

He accepted the receipt and glanced at the price.

Noticing that it cost about forty dollars, he walked toward the dining room and studied the dishes that looked rather presentable.

Wondering how they tasted, he took a bite.

Ivy looked at him with anticipation. "How is it? Do you like it?"

"Get me a glass of water," he said.

She did as she was told. "Is it too salty? Have your tastes changed?"

"No. I'm just thirsty," he said.

Ivy breathed a sigh of relief.

"The food tastes ordinary," he commented, then took out his phone and transferred fifty dollars to Ivy.

Looking at the money, Ivy could not help but laugh. "Mr. Woods, do you think my cooking is only worth ten dollars? You might as well not pay me anything at all! It's so insulting!"