"Something wrong?"
Seeing the black-haired young man at the door, Jiu Ming asked in confusion.
"Um, could I borrow your stove? The one at my place seems to be broken."
"Hm? Sure. It's not like I use it anyway." Jiu Ming nodded and stepped aside to make room for Li Shunsheng.
Looking thoroughly embarrassed, the latter carried in two bags of ingredients. When he saw the furnishings in Jiu Ming's room, he could not help revealing a somewhat astonished expression. There was simply too much stuff here... stuff he was exceedingly familiar with!
Well, he had observed the place plenty in the past, but this counted as his "first" visit. Naturally, he needed to put on this sort of expression.
As though casually surveying his surroundings, his attention was briefly drawn to a black-covered notebook lying on the table. Compared to the abundance of items filling the room, that notebook was practically the only normal thing here—and also the one most deserving of suspicion.
Without leaving a trace, Li Shunsheng withdrew his gaze and looked somewhat conflictedly at the stove, which was covered in a faint layer of dust. It really had never been used! Still, such minor details were not worth fussing over. After finding a dishcloth and wiping it down, he deftly began preparing the ingredients.
"Ah~ What a fine househusband." Jiu Ming, watching from the sidelines with his chin propped on his hand, murmured softly. If he had not previously seen the man's cold expression in that warehouse, no one would normally connect this honest-looking, guileless fellow with the person known as "Black."
"Uh... you flatter me. I've just lived alone for a long time."
He smiled with a hint of helplessness. "You have to learn how to take care of yourself."
"True enough... unlike the ones