The villa in Kyoto was bathed in the glow of dusk, and outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sunset painted the clouds orange-red. Two figures stepped out of a car in front of the villa. Han Feng was carefully helped by Su Wanwan to the sofa in the living room, where he was gently placed down as if he were a fragile antique.

"Is it really necessary to go to such lengths?" Han Feng gave a helpless smirk. "I only have a broken bone, not shards of glass."

Su Wanwan put her hands on her hips, her almond-shaped eyes wide: "It takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone! You insisted on being discharged from the hospital yourself, and Old Man Lin specifically told me to keep an eye on you!"

Han Feng was about to retort when a sharp pain came from his ribs, forcing him to admit that the doctor's warning was indeed reasonable.

"What do you want to eat? I'll make it." Su Wanwan had already turned and walked towards the kitchen, her sleeves rolled up to her elbows, revealing her smooth forearms.

Han Feng raised an eyebrow: "Are you sure you can cook?"

"Don't look down on me!" Su Wanwan turned around and glared at him, her nose wrinkling into cute lines. "My instant noodle cooking skills are top-notch."

Han Feng's memory immediately flashed back to a while ago, to Su Wanwan making breakfast, the blackened fried eggs, and the kitchen that almost caught fire.

"So that's why the fried eggs were all black last time?" Han Feng teased. "I wonder who almost blew up the kitchen last time?"

Su Wanwan's face flushed instantly: "That...that was an accident! This time is different!"

"Yes, yes, who are you planning to poison this time?" Han Feng made a move to stand up. "I'll do it."

"No!" Su Wanwan rushed back in one stride, placing her hands on Han Feng's shoulders. "A wounded soldier should act like a wounded soldier!" Her strength was perfectly controlled, preventing Han Feng from getting up without touching his injuries. This was the result of Longyuan's basic training.

After a brief standoff, Han Feng sighed and said, "Then I'll sit over here and guide you."

The kitchen is open-plan, with the island facing the living room. Han Feng dragged himself to a high stool and sat down, watching Su Wanwan rummage through the refrigerator for ingredients like a busy squirrel.

"Your knife skills are excellent." Han Feng noticed that her posture when slicing potatoes was almost textbook perfect. Her wrist was relaxed, her knuckles pressed against the blade, and the force and spacing of each cut were precise. It seemed that Su Wanwan had put in a lot of effort during her training. He wondered why her hands didn't have the calluses that seasoned soldiers had. He had to admit that the young girl took very good care of herself.

Su Wanwan proudly raised her chin: "Look how well I cut these potato shreds, right?" A flash of silver light appeared on the cleaver in her hand, as if she were showing off to Han Feng.

However, her good fortune didn't last long. As soon as the first wisp of smoke rose from the wok, Su Wanwan's composure evaporated as quickly as dew under the sun. She frantically wielded the spatula, sometimes forgetting to add oil, sometimes setting the heat too high, and gradually lost her footing amidst Han Feng's series of reminders.

"Su Wanwan, the pot is burnt!"

"Time to add salt! Hey! Wait, that's sugar!"

"You've already added salt twice!"

The kitchen fume alarm went off three times, and the fire extinguisher was placed within easy reach. Han Feng held his forehead with one hand, ready to dial 120 at any moment with the other. Su Wanwan's hoodie sleeves were covered in sauce, and there was a black ash smear on her cheek, making her look like a cat that had lost a fight.

An hour and a half later, the four "masterpieces" were finally placed on the table. The stir-fried potato shreds had turned into charcoal-grilled fries, the scrambled eggs with tomatoes had an eerie orange-red color, the only seemingly normal green vegetable had become bitterly salty because it had been salted three times, and as for the seaweed and egg drop soup... Han Feng stirred it with a spoon, wondering if what was floating in it was egg drop soup or some kind of unknown sea creature.

"Uh..." Su Wanwan rubbed the edge of her apron, her voice trailing off, "Looks like I overestimated myself..."

Han Feng stared at the table of "biological weapons" and suddenly burst out laughing. The laughter aggravated his wounds, causing him to wince in pain as he laughed.

"What are you laughing at!" Su Wanwan exclaimed angrily, making a move to snatch the plate. "What's so funny! This is my first time making this!"

Han Feng endured the pain while keeping himself from laughing. The two stared at each other until Su Wanwan broke the silence first: "Well, I think I'll order takeout. I know a good porridge shop. You should drink more porridge now."

Before long, the porridge Su Wanwan ordered was delivered to the villa. The two sat in the dining room and enjoyed the meal. Su Wanwan praised as she drank, "The taste of this restaurant is still the same. It's so delicious. Don't just stand there, or it will get cold."

Han Feng looked at Su Wanwan in front of him and a smile appeared on his lips.

At this moment, Su Wanwan asked, "Cooking is so difficult. I really don't know how you can cook it so deliciously."

"Want to learn? Teach me the name 'Master,' and I'll teach you."

"You wish!" Su Wanwan took a bite of the pickled radish and said fiercely, "You want me to call you master? Never in this lifetime. I'd rather enroll in New Oriental!"

Looking at Su Wanwan's appearance, Han Feng couldn't help but chuckle to himself: "If I'm not home one day, won't you be eating takeout every day? That's not good for your health."

"If it's not good, it's not good. Anyway, I'm used to eating it before. I'll just not learn to cook anymore." Su Wanwan continued to glare at Han Feng.

"Alright, I won't tease you anymore," Han Feng said softly. "I'll teach you next time."

Su Wanwan was struggling with a stubborn piece of pickled mustard tuber when she heard this. She looked up, a hint of emotion in her eyes that Han Feng couldn't decipher: "Fine, I'll give you the chance to teach me, but you'll have to get better first."

After the meal, it was time to clear the table. Su Wanwan insisted that Han Feng not do it, and instead wiped the table and packed up the takeout containers herself. Han Feng leaned against the kitchen doorframe, watching her busy figure, and suddenly asked, "That day... how did you come up with the idea to contact me?"

Su Wanwan paused, the sound of running water continuing: "Just a gut feeling." She turned off the tap, her voice almost inaudible. "I was in the operations room. I saw your information, and then I noticed a car leaving the chemical plant on the surveillance footage, so I immediately told you, afraid you'd be surrounded."

Han Feng didn't press further. Sometimes intuition is more reliable than intelligence. He turned to go back to his room to rest, but then heard Su Wanwan speak again: "Han Feng," Su Wanwan's tone was slightly unnatural, "Liu Mengran is very important to you, isn't she?"

Han Feng stopped on the first step of the stairs. Moonlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating half of his face and making his features exceptionally clear. He didn't answer, but his heartbeat seemed particularly loud in the quiet living room.

"I understand." Su Wanwan's voice came from behind, carrying a softness that Han Feng had never heard before, "I know what I should do."