Washing pots, washing vegetables, passing plates, serving dishes...
Zach silently took care of everything, acting in a meticulous and orderly manner.
For a moment, Zoe thought that living with him might be quite nice. No wonder he's capable of being Harry Hunter's secretary—when he decides to be serious, he is thorough and considerate.
She was lost in thought, and the oil from the pan splashed out, burning her hand.
"Ouch!"
Zoe quickly withdrew her hand, and upon looking down, she saw a small red blister on the back of her hand.
Even though her eyes brimmed with tears from the pain, she couldn't help but joke about herself, "Maybe I can make braised pork trotters?"
Zach grabbed her hand and put it under the tap to rinse. "Are you dumb? Didn't you feel the pain?"
Zoe was firmly held by him, and an unusual feeling arose in her heart.
He actually knows how to feel sorry for someone?
