"Alright, alright, alright, this is the difference in how we are treated. I get it, you don't have to make it so obvious."
Finn Sterling went to grab a spoon, took a tentative sip, and his eyes widened in surprise.
"Since when did you get so good at cooking? I remember you couldn't even cook before. And you wouldn't eat things that didn't look professionally made, so when did you start cooking for yourself?"
"At Eve Sherman's place. Her appetite isn't great, so I had to find a way to learn how to make some appetizing dishes."
Finn listened quietly for a while before saying with emotion, "You've changed so much now, I hardly recognize you."
"I'm still me."
Stellan Sutton said calmly, then prompted, "Hurry up and drink, tonight's work is heavy, and I have to get up early tomorrow morning to buy Eve Sherman her favorite sour plum soup."
"I know, I know, I don't want to hear it, I've had enough of your couple's romance, how can I drink hangover soup now?"
