The fried noodles were just right in saltiness, with a consistent and delicious taste and aroma.
"It's really tasty, even better than what my brother makes!" She beamed with surprise, not holding back the praise.
Saying this, she took a couple more bites of the fried noodles.
Watching her devour the noodles, Noah Drexler's expression darkened slightly, and he sternly reminded her.
"Eat slowly!"
Summer Shawcross nodded and then slowed down her breakfast pace. Only when her stomach was half full did she curiously ask him a question.
"When did you learn to cook?"
His job always kept him busy, surely he didn't have time to learn cooking.
Faced with her curiosity, Noah Drexler gave a minimal explanation, just pressed his thin lips and said.
"When I was a kid, my mother was always in poor health."
As his voice fell, Summer's noodle-eating paused.
