In the villa in the suburbs.
Nora stood by the window and watched as the car in the distance left. She pursed her lips and turned around to sit at the dining table.
In front of him was lunch prepared by Justin. The steak had been cut into small pieces and there was also soup. It looked incongruous.
However, Nora did not care at all. She picked up the soup and took a sip. She commented, "Yesterday's soup was salty. It's just nice today."
"Yes, this means that I still have the talent to cook."
Justin had a smile on his face. After saying that, he scooped another bowl for her.
Nora looked at him and praised, "It's been hard on you, cooking is so difficult. You don't have to keep doing it. I'll get someone to cook for you."
Justin raised his eyebrows. "Is it difficult? Why do I feel it's quite simple?"
"Simple?"
Nora raised her eyebrows and continued, "Do you know? I have cooked three times in my life."