They say that poor kids grow up fast—it's not uncommon for teenagers to start cooking for themselves.
Renee Morgan, after digesting this, softened her voice and said in a gentle, comforting tone: "All those experiences shaped you into an amazing person."
Ethan Sterling had never spent time around girls with such a soft, sweet voice before. He glanced at her with his dark eyes, shook the water off the greens, and started chopping them into sections.
Ethan had his own methods in the kitchen—first prepping every ingredient, then working on several stoves at once: simmering, steaming, stir-frying. In less than an hour, he'd laid out a full spread of dishes.
The kitchen's AC was cranked up, and even when he brought the last dish to the table, not a single strand of his hair was out of place.
Renee grabbed their bowls and chopsticks, sensibly taking her seat across from him.
