“I stewed the tail of the floating beast and noodles. Go on, try it,” Winston said nervously as he set the food on the stone table.

Now that he was here, it was Irina’s turn to be sheepish.

“You’re done?” Irina glanced at the food. Seeing that it looked quite decent, she praised it. “Seems quite delicious.”

Despite feeling euphoric inside, Winston maintained a solemn expression. “Try it first.”

“Mm, I’ll wash my face first.” Irina said, then started to rinse up.

To Winston, all he did was go out for a while, and it wasn’t as though he had done anything. He was quite very puzzled why Irina suddenly...