Matilda Jenkins nodded, "Yeah."
Nathan Cole quickly said, "No, no... How about I make it instead? If you cook, my house will probably end up blown up."
After witnessing Matilda Jenkins cooking that one time, Nathan couldn't even imagine what it would be like for her to cook at his house; suddenly he felt it might be terrifying.
Matilda Jenkins wrinkled her nose, "No need, I'll do it myself. I want to cook for him. It's been over a year; even if I'm a pig, I should have learned something by now. Don't worry, I won't blow up your house."
Nathan felt a pang in his heart; she wants to cook for him.
He sighed; at no time had Matilda Jenkins ever acted this way toward him.
"Alright then, I'll help you wash the vegetables. I'm curious to see what stage you've reached now."
Matilda Jenkins picked up the milk, poured it into two cups, heated them up, handed Nathan a cup, and then carried one to find Nolan Morrison.
