Violet Don had never initiated a conversation with Noah Bates, her eyes always carried a sense of estrangement and guard. This realization made Noah Bates feel very frustrated. But this time, Violet Don took the initiative to speak, "Are you going to... cook here?"
Noah Bates lowered his eyelids, the man standing by the window, with the sunlight streaming in, casting shadows beside him. He turned his face to the side, his nose sharp and well-defined. He had a handsome face, but his eyes were lonely, like an ice-bound blade, blunt, rusted, and decayed with age.
He was speaking indifferently, with a hint of sternness and aloofness, "I thought you might be bored. You can pass the time by cooking if you've got nothing to do."
Coincidentally, Wayne Don was also clamoring for a taste of Violet Don's cooking. Even if her culinary skills were quite ordinary, the little boy missed her cooking.
To be honest, so did Noah Bates.