Turning on the kitchen lights, he opened the refrigerator and took out two eggs, some handmade noodles, and a tomato—the most common of household ingredients.
Hearing the noise, Mama Archer got up and followed the sound to the kitchen. However, the sight that greeted her left her dumbfounded. The eldest young master of the house was actually washing his hands to cook! What was to be done?
Mama Archer hurried forward and entered the kitchen. "Sir, why are you doing this yourself? You're making us feel terribly guilty. If you want something to eat, just wake us up to make it for you."
Julian Winslow had already taken off his suit jacket, leaving him in just a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his wrists. Hearing Mama Archer's voice, he turned sideways and glanced over. His gaze was mild yet detached, revealing absolutely no emotion. "It's just a bowl of noodles. I can handle it myself. Go back to sleep."
