Bad Stuff

"I'm learning how to make Chinese food." His simple answer left Huo Mian dumbfounded.

"You, you, you… Why are you learning how to make Chinese food? I can cook." Huo Mian thought that the food she made tasted good enough, so they were fine as long as she knew how to cook. Qin Chu had been in the United States for the last seven years, so to him, learning how to cook Chinese cuisine was like starting from the beginning. It was too much of a hassle.

"Don't you like Chinese?"

"But I know how to make it," Huo Mian answered helplessly.

"Sometimes you get off work late, and you're tired and hungry. I get off work early and have time anyways," Qin Chu said slowly as he plated a pan of mushroom stir-fry.

The delicious smell of food overwhelmed her senses, and Huo Mian's eyes became misty.

She was extremely touched by his gesture…