"Alright." Leah eagerly peeled garlic for him. As it happened, everyone around her was good at cooking, exceptionally so, except for her. Whenever Griffith Squire and Richard Shaw saw her pick up a knife, their faces turned pale, and they adamantly refused to let her into the kitchen.
"Why did you suddenly think to invite me for a meal?" Hawk Howard skillfully placed the washed bones and meat into a casserole, adding ginger, rice wine, and green onions, then started simmering it slowly.
"I just want to ask you about some past events, so after dinner, how about we take a stroll in the nearby park?" Leah said while peeling garlic.
Hawk paused as he opened the refrigerator, then continued to inspect the vegetables and meats inside, speaking softly, "What do you want to know?"
"What kind of person was I before?" Leah pondered before asking.
