So many shredded papers, all piled together, look quite intimidating.
Victoria Gibson walked over and was just about to reach out when her wrist was grabbed by someone.
She turned her head and saw Chad Yakov's somber face, and she was slightly startled.
"Not hungry? Go eat first." Chad Yakov, without any explanation, led her towards the lounge.
Victoria was about to ask him what was wrong when the smell of food wafted to her nose.
It was the taste of home-cooked dishes.
She looked up, and sure enough, she found dishes on the coffee table in the lounge and ran over joyfully.
"Did you make this?"
She had thought that he just wanted her to accompany him for a meal, assuming it was takeout, but unexpectedly, he actually cooked it himself.
"I said I'd cook for you for a week. Just eat with peace of mind." Chad Yakov spoke lightly, walked over, pressed her onto the sofa, and put chopsticks into her hand.
