An Yue: "I've eaten, I'm on my way to the company now."
"Great, I'll wait for you," Dang Yang said.
An Yue hung up the phone.
...
An Yue arrived at the company, entered the office, and just sat down when Dang Yang came over. He asked with a smile, "How was breakfast?"
An Yue thought about it; it was really tasty. She couldn't, in good conscience, say it wasn't.
"It was okay, did you make it?" An Yue asked.
Dang Yang nodded happily.
Knowing that An Yue liked the food he made, he was really pleased.
An Yue looked at Dang Yang in confusion, "When did you learn to cook?"
How come she didn't know about it?
"I don't really cook, but making a western-style breakfast is pretty simple. I saw other students doing it in the dorms before, so I just picked it up," Dang Yang said with a smile.
An Yue: "..."
Just by watching other students do it, he learned?
Can she believe that?
Dang Yang said happily, "I think I have a natural talent for cooking."
