After Kent sat down, I served him a plate of food and set it in front of him, then also served myself a plate.

"Getting used to living alone before has taught me that you'll starve if you can't cook," I said, wiping my hands on my apron.

"Give it a try and see if it suits your taste."

"The craftsmanship is not bad," he responded.

After we finished eating, he asked me what I was going to do. I hesitated before saying I wanted to buy a mobile phone and pack up a few things from my apartment.

"Alright. Then I will accompany you."

"That's unnecessary; I can handle...