A big question mark appeared in Drea's brain. The eyes that constantly watched Yorris determine other judgments strengthened the initial assessment. Yorris is the type of person who is easily fickle. Sometimes it can be silent, mysterious, and friendly, then sometimes talk non-stop. "Hello, sweet lady." He gave a seductive smile to one of the women who were shopping.
Drea's mood was ruined. She spoke unappreciated and then she saw Yorris was busy with another woman.
"Humph." Drea snorted turning her attention to the beef that had been shaped into bacon.
Drea salivated just imagining cooking bacon. Food is effective at diverting the mind. An idea flashed through Drea's brain. Yorris's shoulders pulled.
"Honey I want to buy this one, is that okay?"
The woman who was teased by Yorris snorted in annoyance before finally walking away. It was clear that the woman was angry. Drea hummed and managed to shoo the girl away without trying too hard. Still feeling smug, Drea stared at Yorris expressionlessly.
"Sorry to interrupt your seduction. You come here to help me with the shopping, do your errands, and get me some sugar, salt, micin, and pepper. You can't escape responsibility."
Yorris scowl. Again the mouth is forward like a duck visible. Drea was content to irritate the man.
"Cruel, you are as cunning as Lucy."
One of Drea's eyebrows rose, she didn't like being compared to other people. It is still not confirmed whether they are brothers. While it hasn't been proven, Drea doesn't want anything to do with it.
Drea followed wherever Yorris went to make sure the person did what he told her to do.
Drea's hands clenched as if ready to punch whatever was in front of her. "Watch it, he thinks I'm going to get caught up in his game. Weird nature, important information spilled over to me. Does he think it's just a little secret? He desperately wants to get close to me. Tsk, what's the matter, baby girl? Asking me to marry anyway."
"Ahem."
Drea smiled uncomfortably, her chatter was heard by other buyers. In such public places, one should be more careful not to embarrass oneself. Drea was sure the person was looking at her like she was some weirdo.
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"You're not coming home?"
"No," Yorris answered briefly and concisely. While picking ears. There was something wrong with Yorris' habit, there must have been dirt clogging the auditory canal. Yorris spoke indifferently. "It's useless for you to throw me out. I once barged in here and you didn't move. You're just wasting your energy," he said, looking through Drea's antique collection.
Driving Yorris away was like fighting a flying cockroach. That loathsome beast was no match for Drea. The probability of winning and losing is 80:20%. For that Drea decided to give in.
"Are you hungry?"
"Yes." Yorris's eyes lit up, reminding Drea of street puppies that hadn't eaten for weeks. Not a cute puppy, Yorris is the disgusting type of rabid dog. His attitude is aggressive.
"Yosh, then you come with me to the kitchen. We will cook."
"Eh." Yorris's eyebrows knit together. "You believe you? You said you wouldn't fall into someone else's trap." Yorris's eyes flickered in confusion, fluttering damn beautiful eyelashes. His expression was cute plus Yorris's mouth was pursed cutely and his cheeks puffed out. Yorris has a baby face.
"Sometimes you are too innocent that I forget that you might be a bad person. It's okay, right now you don't look suspicious, thanks to the information you gave opened my heart a little. There's nothing wrong with being careful, well even though you're too unfortunate I let you starve."
"Oh, thank you so much, Drea." Yorris hummed, hands swiftly covering Drea's arms. It didn't last long, it only lasted a few seconds. Drea didn't have to hit Yorris because he suddenly hugged her.
Drea nodded respectfully, trying to push away the annoyance of Yorris's cuteness. The man was like a bundle of exploding energy balls. The explosion sent out an unstoppable warm atmosphere.
That's not good for Drea's heart health.
"Wow, you're a neat half messy person," Yorris muttered when they reached the kitchen. Drea didn't know how to respond to Yorris's words, a mixture of flattered and offended at the same time.
Drea's eyes rolled lazily. "Humph, it's up to you. Can you cook? I don't want you destroying my kitchen." Drea snorted, swiftly assembling all the groceries.
"Yes, people like to eat like I like to be creative." Yorris nodded enthusiastically. A split second later the demeanor shifted back into serious mode.
Yorris' words were only answered by Drea nodding.
"What do you want to eat?"
"Beef soup, oh don't forget to mix vermicelli and eggs, it must be delicious."
Drea's ears trembled with goosebumps hearing Yorris' food proposal. Either Drea didn't know much about food references or Yorris had strange tastes. This was the first time Drea had heard that a lot of food was mixed in one dish.
"What soup is that?"
"Vermicelli Egg Beef Soup."
"Oh, Lord." Drea massaged the bridge of the nose. It seems she misspoke with Yorris about the soup. The guy was a little crazy and a big glutton at the same time. Naturally, his favorite type of food is strange.
"Okay. Help me how to cook it," concluded Drea. Having already invited Yorris to eat, Drea didn't want to disappoint the guests.
Yorris' wide smile appeared. The energy ball exploded again.
"Yosh, let's get started."
"Hey, you said you wanted to make soup, why are you using a cauldron?" Drea glared in horror. Cookware that is not used according to cooking will damage kitchen equipment.
Yorris had to compensate if Drea's cooking items were damaged.
"The soup is cooked like this, Drea. Come on, I'll show you how to cook."
That day, Drea's kitchen was a mess, not only of Yorris, but the emotional outbursts of both of them. Drea is very protective of her stuff.
About an hour and a half later the dish was successfully made. Drea stared in horror at the condition of her kitchen along with the food that was cooked in collaboration between her and Yorris. The cooking war paid off almost to Drea's disbelief. They managed to produce one food.
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