Trenton Smith stood at the kitchen doorway, looking at her coldly. Norris Moore looked at the mess of a kitchen and muttered awkwardly, "The food I make is really not that tasty... Are you sure you want to eat it?"
He didn't say anything, just snorted coldly, and sat down at the dining table.
Norris, feeling helpless, went over to serve him the noodles, and gave him a pair of chopsticks.
Trenton picked up a noodle with the chopsticks and took a bite.
Then he fell silent.
His expression looked like he had eaten poison.
"Yeah...it's really bad." Norris, holding the chopsticks, was a little embarrassed. She was never good at cooking in the first place, and it was already an accomplishment to have cooked the noodles until they were soft.
"Is this what you eat every day?" Trenton stirred the mush of noodles, boiled in cold water without even salt added, and glanced at her indifferently.
