"Every time the takeaway is delivered, although it tastes good, it is never as good as the food freshly cooked. You haven't eaten food freshly cooked for a long time, right? Recently, I found a store nearby. Their food is very delicious, and it tastes best when it's just out of the pot. So every time I go to pick up the food, I secretly watch how they cook it. I thought I had succeeded in stealing their skills, but...but..."

But the messy kitchen behind him completely shattered his enthusiasm.

He Fang looked at the delivery man, at his hair that had turned gray due to oil stains, and he accepted his kindness.

He Fang couldn't help but clench his fingers.

He glanced at the delivery man, then quickly lowered his head.

It has been a long, long time since He Fang had to struggle with something like this.

But in the end, He Fang once again took a look at the delivery man's panicked and lost face, and he mustered up his courage and said, "Go... take a shower, and get rid of the fumes on your body first."

"Okay." The delivery man obediently went to the bathroom to wash up, and started to take off his clothes in front of He Fang.

However, He Fang, who usually would secretly glance at her, did not look up this time. He said what he had not finished: "Then, let's go out, go to the restaurant you mentioned... Let's eat together... The one you recommended..."

The delivery man turned around suddenly and his eyes gradually widened.