"Huh... someone's cooking at home?" Ye Chen walked in puzzled.
"Are you back?" Zhang Yantong came out of the kitchen with a plate of stir-fried pork with pointed peppers, wearing an apron that Ye Chen had never worn before. Initially filled with ambition to cook for himself, he realized after preparing all the kitchenware that he had no talent for cooking. Hence, the cookware ended up as decorations, but he hadn't expected them to be put to use today.
Zhang Yantong had her chestnut hair piled high on her head, revealing a neck that was long, fair, and smooth as jade. With slender fingers, she delicately placed a piece of meat into her mouth and said with a smile, "Today, let me treat you with my culinary skills as a way to pay you back for letting me sleep at your place all morning!"
