He got up and glanced towards the bedroom.
Mia Ginger was still asleep.
Koa Jackson sighed and went out to prepare dinner.
Having lived abroad for more than ten years, he's quite particular, and cooking isn't a challenge for him.
By the time Mia Ginger woke up and freshened up, he had already made a vegetable salad, a fruit salad, fried eggs, mixed sauces, and even prepared bread, fried rice, two steaks, and an opened bottle of red wine.
All in all, it was a very hearty spread.
Mia Ginger stood by the dining table in her slippers, rubbed her eyes in disbelief, and gave him a look, "Brother Jackson, did you make all of this?"
"Yes."
Koa Jackson held her wrist and made her sit down, pushed a steak and fried rice in front of her, tapped the table, and said, "Eat up."
Mia Ginger looked carefully at it, and couldn't help but swallow.
Embarrassed beyond measure.
She had never seen Koa Jackson cook, nor had she ever thought that someone like him would cook.
