Believe it or not, Nightingale looks quite like a chef when she dons an apron.
Before long, a fragrant stir-fried "pig liver" was dished out.
Nightingale took a deep breath of her masterpiece, thoroughly enjoying it, "Looks like my cooking skills aren't bad. Although lacking side dishes, it has color, aroma, and taste all together."
Ten minutes later, Nightingale contentedly burped, too lazy to wash the plate, so she tossed it into the kitchen and sat on the sofa to watch TV.
Half an hour later, Wang Dadong returned, carrying a serving of fried rice.
"Look, I only packed a bowl of fried rice to avoid suspicion, planning to have it as a late-night snack," Wang Dadong put the fried rice on the table.
Originally, Wang Dadong thought Nightingale would immediately rush over upon seeing the fried rice. After all, he had been gone for five or six hours, Nightingale must be starving.
Who knew, Nightingale merely glanced at the fried rice and continued watching her TV drama.
