Whir! Whir! The sound of the tossed ingredients and the ladle hitting the small wok echoed in the kitchen area. Noah was preparing chao fan, and he only needed a few more tosses and cooking time. He put down the wok and seasoned it again before giving it a few more scramble.
It was roughly three in the afternoon, but they hadn't eaten lunch yet. Perhaps Noah had received soup from the hospital, but the attack happened by then. He didn't get to even have a mouthful.
Luca had it worse, but he didn't have any appetite at all.
After fetching Luca from the streets, Noah hadn't spoken much to Luca. The latter had also done the same and was left to space out for a long while. He was only awakened by the sound of the chopping from time to time.
Though right now, the aroma of the broth made him hungry.
