Beautiful memories 😭😭😭 My father can cook 😄😄😄 While growing up, their was a day my mother traveled to their place and it wasn't school holidays 😭😭 So she left me, and my brother at home with my father, so we were still enjoying the food she prepared before going out. At a point our soup finished so my dad came back from work that day and we told him that we didn't have soup Immediately he drove out with his bike coming back home he bought okro, meat, fish, ugu leave tin tomatoes😄😄😄 Curiosity made me to ask him dad what are we cooking he said okro soup I asked again but you bought tomatoes, he said yes 😄😄😄. I said to him Daddy my mom do not add tomatoes to our soup he replied that this one he is about to cook is his own style of cooking 😄😄😄😄💃💃💃💃. 5 minutes later he asks me to wash the okro and start pound it I was like dad mummy use to cut off the okro head before pounding he said no pound every thing join 😄😄😄😄 7 minutes on he asked do your mummy put oil or water first , He kept on asking questions until when I said Daddy the soup is ready 😄😄😄😄. We dish the the soup and enjoyed it . Though the soup was not sweet because there was much pepper in it😄😄😄😄 But we ate it with love at the same time praising him for being the best chef even Hilda Baci no cook reach my father 😄😄😄. #bestchefever #bestdaddyever