When Nangong Yang woke up, he saw Huang Puchen in an apron busy in the kitchen.
She was stunned for a moment, "You can cook?"
Huang Puchen turned around and saw Nangong Yang leaning lazily against the door frame with her hair down. He smiled slightly, "It'll be ready soon, go wash up first."
Nangong Yang hummed in response, but she didn't move from where she stood. With an indescribable look in her eyes, she watched him. Curious, Huang Puchen asked, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, it's just that everything feels so sudden."
Huang Puchen smiled faintly, "Nothing is sudden, everything is happening as planned."
"What do you mean?" Nangong Yang asked, puzzled.
"Alright, you should go wash up."
Seeing that he wouldn't say more, Nangong Yang shrugged, "Okay, I'll go wash up."
