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He then reacted to her praise. “I hope you actually don’t mind the canned stuff. This is far from a proper home-cooked meal,” Eron timidly admitted as he sprinkled oregano salt while adding large handfuls of cheese as the last ingredients to his impromptu cream soup. When it melted, he stirred the dish a little bit more, and then it was ready to serve.

His honest but proud, toothy grin made her feel extremely warm inside. Even after she was warmed by his cooking efforts for her.

“Don’t worry, Eron. This is more than okay for sure,” Di said then was thoughtful for just a moment, as she took the hot bowl that he had carefully handed to her. “You know? I believe… No, I KNOW… that this is the very first time that I tried food that a man has prepared for me.”

As he watched, Diwana deeply inhaled the comforting soup’s aroma, his expression went dark for a moment. But then, he couldn’t let her see him like that.