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"Zuko, what's gotten into you?" Chris asked.
Zuko snapped back to reality and smiled. Whether he was overthinking or not, certain things felt quite odd once
they were connected in his mind.
"Um... nothing," Zuko replied casually. "I'm just a bit hungry. Is there anything to eat at your place?"
Chris was also hungry too and absentmindedly answered while scrolling on his phone, "Let's order takeout."
Zuko frowned. "I never eat takeout."
"Mr. Zuko Hamerton, are you asking me to cook for you?"
"You know how to cook, right?"
Chris glared at him. Not that he would cook for him even if he did!
Just then, the doorbell rang suddenly.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLena walked in with a smile, carrying a lunchbox. When she saw Zuko there, she nodded slightly with a hint of
restraint.
Zuko smiled. "Lena, are you telepathically connected to Chris and know he's hungry? So you came to bring us
food?"
"Mm."
Lena set the lunchbox on the table. The two hungry men quickly came over, but their excitement turned to
disappointment when they saw what was inside.
It was supposed to be a pot of chicken soup, but it now looked quite unappetizing. Instead of the expected hearty
soup, all they found were fragments of meat, chicken bones, and a few scattered vegetable leaves in a pool of oil
droplets.
"Lenny..." Chris chuckled wryly. "Is this another one of your experimental failures?"
Lena looked at him. He had gotten it right.
This time, she had not gotten the timing and temperature right. The chicken she had stewed had turned as hard as
a rock. Later, she thoughtlessly put the chicken in a pressure cooker... and now look!
The chicken had fallen apart! It ended up looking like that.
Lena did not want to waste it, so she brought it to Chris.
Chris knew she had not eaten any. Every time, he would eat most of the "failed product" before she touched what
he left...
Thinking about this, he affectionately patted her head and smiled.
"To be honest, I've had successes too!" It felt more like Lena was explaining to Zuko. "There aren't many, but... what
I made actually tasted quite good! Lina is in the early stages of pregnancy, and I've researched a lot. Pregnant
women have strong reactions during this period and can't eat much. So, I thought of trying various ways to make
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmsoup for her, so she..."
"Thank you, Lena." Zuko smiled sincerely. "You must have gone through a lot of trouble."
Lena felt a bit embarrassed and shook her head.
Chris took a few bowls and scooped out the soup while teasing, "Those who know, know that it's Pammy who's
pregnant. Otherwise, they'd think you're the one who's pregnant!"
Lena shoved him, and they exchanged a smile.
Zuko looked at them, and the question that had been circling in his mind just now came back to him.
He asked casually, "Lena, Pammy has given you a pistol?"
Lena's hand with the spoon froze, and she looked up at him.
"I don't mean anything by it." Zuko chuckled lightly. "Chris made a small pistol for you and engraved Harding on the
grip. I just remembered that there was also a word in the same spot on Pammy's pistol."
Lena kept her lips pressed together, appearing calm on the outside, but a whirlwind of emotions churned in her
heart.
Zuko persisted, "Lena, we've been friends for a while, but I don't actually know where you're from."
"Oh, why?" Chris interrupted. "Are you interrogating her now?"
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