Am I a Failure? (10)

"Be right there! Give me three more minutes!" Tang Chuan immediately replied, giggling.

Qin Ning extended her neck and looked at the contents in the pot.

A bit skeptical, Qin Ning asked, "Are you sure this is edible?"

"Of course! Trust me… but the smell in the kitchen is too strong. Wait outside, it will be ready soon!"

"Fine, then hurry up." Qin Ning grabbed the leftover tomato slices on the cutting board, eating them as she walked away.

It had been more than 20 days since Tang Chuan arrived in Los Angeles.

Qin Ning had come a long way from being annoyed by him and wanting to kick him out every day, to now becoming used to his presence. 

At home, he cooks her breakfast every morning. Although it was simple, mostly milk and toasted bread, Qin Ning was more than satisfied. 

The U.S was different from China. Most Americans were much more independent.