"Why do you also have aputer in here?" Shelly stared at theputer in the room and wondered why there was a need for twoputers in an office. "That''s for gaming," Hayden said.


    Lunch for Hayden was a three-course meal.


    "I will get Eliam to send in another set. You can start first," Hayden said.


    Shelly refused without hesitation, "It''s served on your personal tableware, right? You should eat. I can wait."


    Hayden blushed. "Sorry, I forgot."


    He proceeded to eat and Shelly opened the jar containing the kimchi.


    "It''s fine. I know that you are just trying to get me to eat first," she said.


    Hayden picked out a piece of kimchi and ced it into his mouth; it was crunchy and slightly sweet which gave way to sourness and ended on a spicy note.


    Hayden could not help but reach for another piece.


    "Hayden, you don''t have to eat that much just because my mom made it. It''s cool if you like it, but don''t force yourself to eat if you don''t. I don''t mind at all," Shelly said because Hayden remained expressionless after eating the first piece.


    If someone liked something, they would usually express their liking immediately after taking a bite.


    "It''s quite delicious," Hayden replied. "Please thank your mother for me when you get home. I''ll keep this jar of kimchi."


    Shelly smiled happily at the realization that it seemed to suit his taste.


    "My mother also pickled some green beans and sweet garlic cloves. I can bring some for you to try next time. They taste simr." "Great, thank you." Hayden epted her kind offer.


    "I didn''t expect you to enjoy eating these inexpensive things."


    "I also eat normal stuff every day. I''m only human," Hayden exined seriously.


    Shelly blushed and looked at the dishes on the table, before asking, "Did you get your lunch from a restaurant?"


    "I ordered it from a restaurant near thepany," Hayden said. "Sometimes I eat at thepany cafeteria too."


    "Oh."


    "How do you have your meals?" Hayden asked.


    "I bring my own lunch." Shelly felt that she was bing less nervous around him. "There''s a microwave in the office, so I just heat it up in the afternoon. It''s very convenient." en.swhovels


    "Do you wake up early every day to cook?"


    "No. I made a little extra the night before and put it in the fridge. I can''t wake up too early in the morning," Shelly exined.


    "Isn''t leftover food not very nutritious?"


    Hayden had never eaten leftovers


    before, but he knew that many officeCòntens bel0ngs to N?(v)elDr/a/ma.Org


    workers, like Shelly, cooked their


    own meals, and even if it was leftovers, it was still more hygienic than takeout.


    "It should be fine since it''s not more than 24 hours. The main thing is that my mother''s cooking is delicious. I''ve grown tired of takeout and can''t quite get used to it." Shelly''s smile was sweet and innocent.


    "Is your mother currently taking care of you?"


    Shelly hesitated for a moment, then nodded.


    At that moment, Eliam appeared, bringing a te of pasta along with two side dishes and a te of sliced fruit.


    The food Eliam brought filled the table.


    The feast before her made Shelly nervous again.


    "Eliam, would you like to eat with us? My portion is too much for me, so I can give you half," Shelly offered.


    Eliam chuckled, "Hahaha, I''m fine. You guys carry on. Don''t worry about me."


    With that, Eliam left.


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