Levin lay on the sofa and said, "Thank you."
"You owe me a favor. Just remember it." Zaid winked at him.
After she cleaned up the corridor, she went into the kitchen to cook. Levin was surprised to see that she was skilled in cooking. "You can cook?" he asked.
"Yes."
Levin changed his impression of Zaid.
About ten minutes later, Zaid served the food that she had prepared. "You didn't expect this, right?"
Levin ate some vegetables and said with a strange expression, "I didn't."
"What's wrong? It's not delicious?" Zaid glanced at him.
Levin was in disbelief. "Do you think it's delicious?"
"Not bad." Zaid tasted it.
Levin was speechless.
Later, Levin was injured when fulfilling his duty as a policeman. It was also Zaid who helped bandage his wound. Zaid would never ask how he was injured and he rarely talked about that to others.
Every time Zaid finished bandaging, Levin would make a meal to reward her.
Until Zaid started school.
