Chelsea had indeed cooked for Altsin before.

She recalled preparing several meals for him, each with meticulous care, driven by the belief that he would surely fall for her if he tasted her cooking. Yet, he never even glanced at her efforts.

Sometimes, when Chelsea reminisced about her past, desperately seeking approval from a man, she felt a deep sense of self-disgust.

Love can often render a person incredibly humble, so humble that looking back, she wished she could travel through time and slap some sense into her younger self. He will never love you, stop dreaming!

Now, he suddenly wanted to eat her food. Wasn't he afraid she might...