A knowing look appeared on Wu Shi's face. He casually tossed his backpack onto the sofa.
Since they were both home, he couldn't just throw something together to get by.
But at this point in time, the third-party food delivery industry hadn't taken off yet.
Wu Shi wasn't a regular at any particular restaurant, so he couldn't just contact a business directly for delivery.
He opened the fridge and saw some frozen steaks. He took them out and asked, "Want some?"
"Mhm!"
Louise nodded. There were no snacks in the apartment, and she had no idea how she had managed to get through the afternoon.
"You know how to cook?"
Then it dawned on her that this boy, only a year her senior, was about to cook.
"I wouldn't really call cooking a steak 'knowing how to cook'."
"Huh?" Louise didn't understand the Chinese sentence.
Wu Shi didn't bother to explain. He walked into the kitchen, and soon, the fragrant aroma of cooking oil filled the air.
