Evening.
Because the man's cooking was so good, Chi Huan ate herself to fullness and had to take a walk in the garden to digest.
She coquettishly pulled the man along to accompany her, and Mo Shiqian glanced down at her and agreed.
Although it was cold, the light was very dim after dusk, and the wind was bitterly cold, Chi Huan was still in good spirits.
She walked ahead, walking backward, her hands playing with the man's as she curiously asked, "Why is your cooking so good?"
"I've done a lot of it, so naturally, it's good."
"Do you cook often?"
"In America, I basically cooked every day."
Being alone abroad, with scarcely any takeaway food to his liking, he had taken up cooking himself.
"You..." Chi Huan hesitated for a few seconds, then looked up at the man's face, a blend of light and shadow, and still asked, "You mentioned you have a sister... are there other people in your family?"
She was actually feeling a bit uneasy.
