Lunch

While Kim Hana was preoccupied with her thoughts, Oliver placed the fishes he had brought beside her while he went to the slightly torn sofa and sat down with his back against it.

In fact, he was so tired right now that he needed to rest.

He glanced at Kim Hana as he sat down, wanting to see what she would do.

Apparently, she actually stood up, picking up the fish before walking into the kitchen.

"I hope the stove is really still working," she said as she passed him.

Her tone was slightly nonchalant.

Despite the fact that she felt this was something romantic, she somehow wanted to show a slightly angry attitude at being asked to cook.

This kind of thing could probably only be said to be a woman's personality that would not change.

"Just grill, and use any wood. If you can't light the fire, come back here," Oliver replied.

Kim Hana did not slow down her pace as he spoke, but she still glanced at him once.