As Katrina lifts the coolers in her hands, she smiles and walks towards him. "Aaron, I brought you lunch."
As she speaks, she walks to the sofa and puts the coolers on the coffee table. She opens them and brings out the dishes one by one.
The four dishes, soup, and rice seem unusually hearty.
Lunch?
Surprise flashes on Aaron's face. He gets up from his armchair and walks straight to the sofa.
It doesn't seem like the usual dishes made by the cook. Compared to a professional chef's cooking, Katrina's dishes aren't as exquisite. After all, a five-star chef can make a plate of shredded potatoes with each slice consistently thin.
Aaron's eyes flicker strangely. He asks softly, "You made all this?"
"That's right." Katrina hands Aaron a pair of chopsticks. "Aaron, try them." She told him while showing her sweet smile.
