Klay Thompson Calls Girlfriend Megan Thee Stallion’s Cooking ‘Flawless’
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Klay Thompson and Megan Thee Stallion; Megan Thee Stallion cooks spaghetti and catfish for Klay Thompson.Credit : Johnny Nunez/WireImage; Megan Thee Stallion/Instagram
Megan Thee Stallion is open about her love for cooking, and her boyfriend, Dallas Mavericks player Klay Thompson, has proudly declared his favorite meal from the self-proclaimed home chef.
On Tuesday, Aug. 19, the “Whenever” rapper, 30, shared a video compilation of her cooking and serving Thompson, 35, a plate of catfish and spaghetti with red sauce and Hawaiian rolls on the side on multiple occasions.
“So Klay had never had catfish and spaghetti together before, and ever since the first time I made it for him, he asks for this s— like every week,” Megan said in the voiceover.
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Megan Thee Stallion cooks spaghetti and catfish for Klay Thompson.Megan Thee Stallion/Instagram
In the video, fans can see the rapper stirring the red sauce and frying the fish herself, with a happy Thompson waiting for his plate. When Megan asked for Thompson’s opinion of her food, he said between spaghetti slurps, “So good. Flawless.”
In a separate clip in the video, the four-time NBA champion proclaimed, “This is the best meal I have ever tasted. It is my favorite meal.”
Megan also playfully asked him, “What’s it giving?” to which he equally playfully, yet clearly, responded with, “It’s giving greatness,” and “Amazing,” before scraping his plate clean.
Fans of Meg flocked to the comments section to gush over the couple. “That man ain’t going nowhere I love this,” wrote one commenter. Another added, “Yall are just so cute! I love seeing Meg so happy and cared for.”
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Megan Thee Stallion cooks spaghetti and catfish for Klay Thompson.Megan Thee Stallion/Instagram
Many also doubled down on asking the multi-hyphenate artist to launch a cooking show. “Meg, [we] keep saying you need your own cooking show, ‘Cooking With Megan,’” wrote one fan, with another adding to her many monikers, “Megan Thee Chef.”
Megan and Thompson made their relationship red-carpet official back in July for the Inaugural Pete & Thomas Foundation Gala in New York City.
At the time, she spoke with PEOPLE about how the two met. And though she was tight-lipped on the details, she did call it a “meet-cute.”
“It was like a f—ing movie,” Megan said. “I won’t tell you how and I won’t tell you when, but it was a movie that he’s the nicest person I’ve ever met in my life.”
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