"Open it and find out." Asher Hawn hooked his lips, and his voice was rarely soft.
Nora Smith opened the thermos suspiciously, and suddenly the smell of food came to her face, which was filled with her favorite home-cooked dishes.
"Where did you come from?" Nora Smith sniffled. He had just been so absorbed in his work that he forgot to eat dinner. As soon as he smelled the fragrance, his stomach growled.
Asher Hawn gave her a smiling look, her thin lips slightly raised. "I did it."
He knew that when Nora Smith got to work, he would forget to eat dinner. After work, he went back to cook dinner with his own hands, and now he went to the company to send it to Nora Smith.
An inexplicable warm current flows through my heart, and Nora Smith smiles and opens his mouth. "Thank you!"
"Taste whether you like it or not." Asher Hawn sat down in the seat next to Nora Smith, her eyes were heavy and she was eating, and her lips couldn't help but rise slightly to a soft radian.