So, for him, I—a person who had never cooked before—enrolled in a cooking class just to learn. As long as I was there, he always had warm, home-cooked meals waiting for him.
But seeing how much effort he put into Shairine, I realized just how ridiculous I had been.
I glanced at her messages, didn’t reply, and calmly set my phone down to continue eating breakfast.
Five minutes later, a message from Jason popped up.
He didn’t mention last night at all, instead saying, [The yam and pork rib soup you made last time was pretty good. Make some for me today and bring it to the office.]
[Oh, and don’t add scallions this time.]
Seeing the message, my expression darkened slightly.
Jason didn’t have a habit of avoiding scallions. In fact, he always believed scallions enhanced the flavor of soup.
After a moment’s thought, I replied with a simple, [Okay.]
Once I sent the message, I decisively opened a food delivery app and ordered a random yam and pork rib soup to be delivered to his office.
That evening, I went out to dinner with my brother.
We had just arrived at the restaurant we’d reserved when we saw Jason and Shairine walking in, arms linked and smiling sweetly.
The moment Jason spotted us, he instinctively let go of her hand and walked toward us.
Shairine’s expression faltered for a brief moment, but she quickly composed herself and approached with a smile. “We’re late, and there aren’t any open tables. Would you mind if we joined yours?”
Without waiting for a reply, Jason sat down next to me.
Yves’ eyes widened in surprise, and he quickly stood up, pulling him to switch seats. “What are you thinking? How is it appropriate for me to sit next to her?”
Reluctantly, Jason let himself be nudged into the seat across from me. His eyes carried a hint of displeasure, as if waiting for me to say something.
Avoiding his gaze, I handed the menu to Shairine. “Shairine, why don’t you order what you two would like? My brother and I have already decided.”
She took the menu with a smile, trying to appear natural. “Zoey, the yam and pork rib soup you make is so delicious—much better than anything sold outside.”
Her words confirmed my suspicion. The soup Jason asked me to make was for her.
I smiled faintly but said nothing.