You Can Cook?

Zoe diced the ham and quickly added it to the stir-fry on the stove. All her movements seemed swift, as she was in a hurry.

She tried to focus on preparing the food, but occasionally her eyes glanced at the wall clock. There were less than twenty minutes left before Darcy arrived to pick her up.

Actually, it was enough time to cook, but perhaps Zoe chose the wrong type of cuisine. She found herself stuck. She couldn't cancel her cooking, and she had to finish it quickly. But at least it was progressing well. The food's aroma began to spread inside the apartment.

"Are you cooking?"

Zoe looked up and saw Wolf, shirtless, stepping out of the bedroom. The aroma had awakened him from his sleep.

"Yes, don't you need breakfast?" Zoe said, stirring the eggs in the bowl.

"But you've never cooked breakfast for me before," Wolf said, surprised.

Zoe had never really cooked for Wolf—not even the simplest of meals. She often prepared food for Wolf, but never truly from scratch. Usually, Wolf pays