"Did I ever tell you that I'm actually quite good at cooking?"
Pedro Langley heard this, propped his chin with one hand, and studied her carefully, sincerely asking, "Is it the kind of 'good' that leads to 'blowing up the kitchen'?"
It was rare for her to be honest, not expecting to be teased like this. Nora Scott narrowed her eyes dangerously, "Are you planning to spend this year in bed?"
"Why don't you give it a try?"
Pedro Langley chuckled silently and followed along with her banter.
Unexpectedly, when Pedro Langley changed the subject, Nora Scott was displeased, "Go make your congee."
"..."
Without intending for her to cook, Pedro Langley smiled wryly and turned to leave the room.
The wind blowing through the window was cool, brushing past her hair and cheeks, with a hint of chill. The door was left open, and the sounds of Pedro Langley busy in the kitchen occasionally drifted in.
