"…Also...you should eat something," Shen Jia said.
"Huh?"
"You drank yourself half to death yesterday," she said, avoiding his eyes now. "I doubt your stomach has recovered."
"...Right...I am actually starving."
A while later, they found themselves standing side by side in Shen Jia's kitchen.
The familiar domestic atmosphere somehow felt entirely different now.
The small space seemed warmer than before, but also far more awkward and dangerous in a way neither of them wanted to acknowledge directly.
Shen Jia quickly tied her hair back while Ding Feng rolled up the sleeves of his shirt casually.
"So," Shen Jia said while opening the refrigerator, "Teacher Ding, what are we cooking today?"
Ding Feng raised an eyebrow at the nickname. "Teacher Ding?"
"Weren't you going to teach me? We can start right now."
"Fine...We'll make something simple..."
