At the barbecue restaurant.
Norah climbed the stairs with a food box in hand, bursting into Xavier's room with pride shining in her eyes. She carefully laid out
the dishes and said, "I've made chicken soup, specially learned it. Give it a taste, will you?"
Xavier sat up, a look of disdain crossing his face, "A grown man like me, drinking chicken soup?"
"Hey, don't be sexist, alright?" Norah chided, "What's wrong with a man having soup? Men have their weak moments too, you
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtknow. They need to nourish themselves."
Xavier raised an eyebrow at her, "Where'd you pick up that dirty line?"
Realizing what she'd said, Norah blushed slightly, "You're the one with your mind in the gutter!"
Xavier steered the conversation back, "The soup does smell good, I'll give you that."
She handed him the soup, her eyes filled with anticipation, "Just try a sip, then tellwhat you think?"
Xavier chuckled, "Why don't you try it? You're usingas a guinea pig!"
"Can't you stop being so petty?" Norah laughed playfully, "When you make something yourself, you've got rose-tinted glasses on;
you can't taste the real deal. That's why | need you!"
Taking the bowl from her, Xavier took a sip and kept a casual face, "Not bad!"
"Really?" Norah's eyes sparkled, "It's my first tmaking it, so maybe | do have a knack for cooking."
"Why would you need that knack? When will you ever need to cook?" Xavier said with a light smile.
"It's useful, you know. Making something for someone you like, it feels pretty good," Norah said casually yet with a hint of meaning,
her gaze lowered.
Xavier continued to gulp down the soup, not indulging the conversation further.
Downstairs, Estelle and two others entered the restaurant.
It was peak lunchtime, and the place was packed with patrons. Damian and his team were bustling about
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