So, for him, I—a person who had never cooked before—enrolled in a cooking class just to learn. As long as I was there, he always had warm, home-cooked meals waiting for him.
But seeing how much effort he put into Shairine, I realized just how ridiculous I had been.
I glanced at her messages, didn’t reply, and calmly set my phone down to continue eating breakfast.
Five minutes later, a message from Jason popped up.
He didn’t mention last night at all, instead saying, [The yam and pork rib soup you made last time was pretty good. Make some for me today and bring it to the office.]
[Oh, and don’t add scallions this time.]
Seeing the message, my expression darkened slightly.
Jason didn’t have a habit of avoiding scallions. In fact, he always believed scallions enhanced the flavor of soup.
After a moment’s thought, I replied with a simple, [Okay.]
Once I sent the message, I decisively opened a food delivery app and ordered a random yam and pork rib soup to be delivered to his office.
That evening, I went out to dinner with my brother.
We had just arrived at the restaurant we’d reserved when we saw Jason and Shairine walking in, arms linked and smiling sweetly.