"Why are you the one delivering it today?"
Luluwo asked casually.
That offhand sentence—careless from the speaker, loaded for the listener—made a bead of sweat instantly slide down Chaos's forehead. He hurriedly said, "I just happened to pass by the kitchen, so I dropped it off on the way."
"Really? Thanks. Is my office that hot? Why are you sweating?"
"Ah-haha, I'm kinda weak lately, you know, the professors keep dragging me off for experiments…"
Damn, is this woman starting to suspect me?
Chaos felt a bad premonition, but when he saw Luluwo pick up the sandwich, he finally relaxed a bit. Victory in sight!
The sandwich was lifted to Luluwo's lips. Just as she was about to bite down, she suddenly paused, frowned, and said, "This sandwich…"
Chaos's heart gave a lurch. He asked, "What's wrong with the sandwich?"
"The bread's toasted to just the right degree. Who was in the kitchen? This is better than what Mila makes, praise them for me."
