“You can cook?” Sarah squinted at him doubtfully. She didn’t believe that he knew how to cook, given that he had been raised with a live-in nanny.”

As expected, Charles replied, “Perhaps…I can’t. But it can't be that hard. I just put the noodles into the water with some oil and salt.”

“Is it?” Sarah still doubted. Suddenly, a strong smell was coming from the kitchen. Frowning, she sniffed and asked. “What is it? Is something burning?”

Charles jumped up immediately and patted his leg. “Oh, I forgot to add the water. I was just about to do it when you came. My noodles have burned!” he rushed into the...