Clara came to the door of her room and saw Rodolfo waiting there.
Rodolfo was a very gentlemanly person, and on top of that, he was a university professor, always exuding an air of erudition.
He held the bought vegetables in his hands and smiled at her, "Did you finish cooking?"
Clara paused, nodded slightly, and opened the door.
Rodolfo carried the vegetables into the house and naturally changed his shoes at the entrance. He then took out another pair for her and asked, "What do you want to eat?"
Clara yawned and lay down on the sofa in the living room, "Just do whatever."
Rodolfo took the apron hanging next to him, walked up to her, and, with his hands on his hips, looked down at her face.
She didn't open her eyes, but she knew what he was doing. In a tired tone, she said, "Profes
