Long Linger sat by the dining table, quietly watching Yeh Huang. He methodically fried the pineapple rice, then poured a layer of cheese over it and put it in the oven. In no time, an even richer aroma filled the air...
She watched him quietly, but he never turned back.
Finally, with a ding, the preset time in the oven was up. Yeh Huang put on gloves and took out the pineapple rice, placing it in front of her.
She looked down, seeing the surface of the fried rice with the melted cheese forming a perfect heart shape. A porcelain white spoon was placed on the rice. His deep voice sounded above her head, "Eat up! I wanted to make you porridge, but it's too late now. You'd probably fall asleep halfway through cooking. Eating something will make your stomach feel better."
He took off his apron and sat down opposite her.
The fragrant cheesy pineapple baked rice emitted a rich heat, as she folded her hands and propped her chin to look at him.
