Tang Wan wasn't clear about what had just happened, only that the noodles Jiang Jinsang had cooked were now a bit burnt and clumped together.
"I'll cook you another bowl."
"Warming it up will do."
Although it was only a brief nap, her fatigue had vanished, and she was indeed a bit hungry. She simply warmed up the noodles. "Have you eaten?"
"Not yet."
"Then this... do you still want it?" The noodles were overcooked, and at this point, they didn't seem appetizing.
"Mm."
Jiang Jinsang wasn't particularly hungry. Watching her eat half a bowl, he finally picked up the noodles and took a few bites. It was his first time cooking; the noodles didn't taste good, perhaps because he had used too much oil before, and the seasoning wasn't right, making the flavor quite strange.
But Tang Wan ate an entire bowl and even complimented his cooking skills. After cleaning up the kitchen, they each returned to their rooms.
Jiang Jinsang leaned against the headboard, pondering: