"Go in!"
"Oh."
Enna didn't resist and went in.
Upon entering, she found that the place was more like a private kitchen, complete with high-end appliances and utensils, probably used by the chef exclusively for preparing his meals.
The man with a cold expression pulled her in, pushed her to the sink, stared straight into her eyes with a stern face, and said harshly, "You wanted me to eat something, right? Fine, I want tomato and egg noodles."
Is he really going to eat?
Not entirely sure, Enna confirmed, "As long as I make tomato and egg noodles, you'll eat them?"
"Yes, as long as you make tomato and egg noodles, I'll eat them!" He gritted his teeth angrily!
"Alright, I'll make them for you." Enna didn't argue and was quite amiable.
She first washed her hands, then found the refrigerator and took out tomatoes and eggs. After rummaging through a few cabinets, she found some noodles.
