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Zhang Tie sat in a chair beside the bed, resting his chin on his hand as he watched the others sleep.
After about half an hour, Shava, the tallest of them, was the first to wake. With her head near the edge of the bed, she looked sleepily at Zhang Tie.
He walked over, bent down, and gently kissed her forehead.
“Get some rest. I’ll make you something good to eat when you wake up!”
Still exhausted, Shava closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep.
Seeing that someone was beginning to wake, Zhang Tie decided not to delay any longer. He quickly dressed and left the bedroom.
Outside, rain was still pouring down.
Carrying an umbrella, Zhang Tie hurried out of the apartment and disappeared into the rain. Half an hour later, he returned with several large bags of ingredients and other supplies, then set to work in the kitchen.
Drawing on what he remembered, Zhang Tie had bought an assortment of nourishing ingredients to prepare dinner for everyone.
This was not his first time cooking, and he worked diligently. Before long, the fragrance of chicken soup filled the apartment.
It was already evening when the others woke one by one. Zhang Tie lit candles in the dining room, doing his best to make the atmosphere romantic despite his limited talent for such things.
After bathing and getting dressed, they came into the dining room. They watched Zhang Tie bustle back and forth between the kitchen and the table. At that moment, he looked like an ordinary young man doing household chores.
The aroma of the dishes on the table whetted their appetites; none of them had eaten all day. Hua cuisine was