Picking it up, catching a glimpse of words written on it, Zixuan scanned the note.
This was the first time seeing Haoran's handwriting. Not trying to brag, but Haoran's handwriting was the best he had ever seen.
The strokes and everything were amazing.
"Use the card for your need, to order food."
A smile slipped onto his face, happy that Haoran still cared for him.
"For this, I will cook for you," Zixuan muttered. This was going to be his first time cooking or delivering food for a man.
How hard can cooking be?
With a smug look, he went online to search for recipes.
Cabbage, carrots.
He was too lazy to write them down, so he screenshotted. Getting straight from the bed, he went into the bathroom to have his bath.
Water droplets still clung to his skin as he stepped out, sliding down his neck. He picked up a hairdryer to blow-dry his damp hair. Tossing his towel aside, he slipped on a shirt and pants that belonged to Haoran.
