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HER ADDICTION

What do you think you are doing?' She abruptly stood to her feet, pushing the man away from her. 'And who are you? What are you doing in my house and kitchen?' The unknown man rose to his feet, wearing a puzzled look. "Your house? Your kitchen?" "Yes," Nino tried to sound confident even though mere looking at him sent cold blood down her spine. "A burglar won't be treating himself to dinner so who the heck are you?" "I should be asking you this," his cold impassive voice came again. "Who are you and what are you doing in my house?" After being cheated on by her boyfriend. Nino learnt her house has been sold to a complete stranger, the news of her parent's house being sold by the man her parents borrowed a loan from and couldn't pay back before their death. The news hit Nino Peterson to the core. She swore to take back her parent's house but when she realized the amount the man bought her house, she knew she couldn't pay him on time or send him packing either. So the two reached a compromise that she will still live in her parent's house until she was able to pay back the amount the man paid on her house. But will she be able to live under the same roof with a man knowing he's a complete stranger and the atmosphere will not be the same anymore? And when she also learns the truth about the man living under the same roof with her, would she be able to deal with it?

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THE AMAZING CHEF

Toro

Usually, I get worked up when someone joins me in the kitchen, I'm the type of guy who wants the kitchen to himself when I cook. I love it and it irritates me when someone joins me. Back home, I don't let the family butler into the kitchen if I'm cooking but for some reason, I'm not feeling that way towards these three figures in here.

I wasn't irritated instead it felt weirdly nice having them help out. I spent my entire life running away from women but here I am, surrounded by three of them and my anxiety or defensive mood wasn't kicking in.

I guess my theory of women was wrong.

I shrugged and scurried closer to Nino. "Every dish has a pattern of cutting its onions. You cut them like this." I place a hand on hers, guiding her on how to slice the onions for tteokbokki. I felt her body quiver against mine and I wonder why.