August 7th, 2011 Myolie walks into the house, to be greeted by Bosco. Bosco: Mrs. Wong, you’re back! Myolie: Excuse me, what did you just call me? Bosco: Myolie. Myolie: No, that’s not what you said before. Bosco: Oh, then what did I say? Myolie: You called me Mrs. Wong! Bosco: Oh, I guess someone’s desperate to marry me. Myolie: Eh, no, I don’t think so. Bosco: So, Mrs. Wong, how was the Miss Hong Kong 2011 Pageant? Myolie: Are you mocking me? Bosco: No, Eric Tsang is my good friend, so I’m just calling you by what he called you. I was just watching it on TV before. Myolie: Oh, that was quite embarrassing. I didn’t know how to react! Bosco: So, when’s our big date? Myolie: We don’t have one, because I’m not becoming Mrs. Wong. Bosco: Oh, so should I find another woman to be my wife? Myolie: If you wish, or should I rather say, you wouldn’t dare! Bosco: Always so serious! So, how was the pageant? Myolie: Oh, it brings back the memories. Bosco: Does it? Myolie: Yes, it does. Anyways, did you cook dinner? I’m starving! Bosco: Yeah, I was just cooking in the kitchen before. Myolie: Can I assist you in any way? Bosco: You? I give up… Myolie: Hey… Bosco: I’m kidding… I’m just kidding. Myolie: You wouldn’t want a wife who doesn’t know how to cook right? Bosco: And you don’t, so you’re not going to be my wife? Myolie: No, since you’re so good at it, you can train me. Bosco: I see what you’re implying… Myolie: What? Bosco: I charge per lesson. Myolie: And what’s the fee? Bosco: A kiss on the cheek. Myolie leans forward to kiss Bosco on both his cheeks. Myolie: Satisfied? Bosco: Dear, that was wonderful! Myolie: Shall we get started before we’ll be eating breakfast? Bosco: Come help me then. Myolie: What are you making tonight? Bosco: My best seafood and spaghetti. Help me make the sauce. Myolie: Yes, sir! Myolie kisses Bosco on the cheek once again.