Chapter 9

When we were inside my house, I right away went to the kitchen to make our food. I have no talent for cooking, so for us to have food on the table quickly, I cooked noodles and steamed buns.

“Sorry, I don’t have expertise in cooking,” I apologized, but he shrugged it off. He gobbled on his food and seemed famished. “Did you eat your lunch today?” I wondered because I'd never seen him that ravenous.

“I did,” he replied hastily. “So why does it seem you’re starving?” I creased my brows and pouted at him.

“It’s not every day that you cook for me,” he winked with a satisfied smile. I flushed but did my best to stay composed. He was acting weird and being sweet at the same time. His gestures puzzled me immensely.

When he finished all the food in front of us, it was funny because I wasn’t sure if it tasted good. For me, it was the usual savor. I could only shake my head at the thought.

While I was tidying the kitchen, I let him watch a movie in my small living room. He already visited my