But as soon as I opened the door, the smell of food drifted over.
I walked into the kitchen and saw Nathan cooking.
I was stunned.
"Nathan, how did I not know you could cook?"
He was such a proud heir. When had he ever set foot in a kitchen?
The sight shook me more than it should have.
Nathan ignored my surprise.
When he saw me, he pointed at the soup on the stove.
"Come help serve it. Your stomach is sensitive, and you drank so much last night. Have some soup to settle it. How hard can cooking be? It's just pots and pans. What matters is whether someone is willing to do it."
For a moment, my heart filled with complicated emotions.
Yes.
How hard could cooking be?
The internet was full of tutorials now. As long as a person wasn't hopeless, they could learn after a few tries.
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