The kitchen connects to the living room, and the bedroom barely has any space left after fitting in a bed.
Small as it may be, it's very clean and tidy, arranged comfortably.
Liang He sat on the couch, watching her tie on an apron, casually putting her hair up, and started to cook noodles for him.
The noodles were handmade by her, as she ate noodles that evening and didn't quite fancy the dried ones from the supermarket, so she made her own dough.
While Xiao Tian was cooking, Liang He sat there watching her figure from behind, suddenly feeling that the scene had a certain pictorial sense to it.
He didn't have to wait long before a steaming big bowl of tomato and egg noodles was served in front of him.
"Brother Liang, try it and see if it needs more salt or sweetness."
Liang He picked up his chopsticks, grabbed a bunch of noodles, blew on them, and gently tasted them.
Xiao Tian sat next to him, inexplicably nervous, "How is it?"
"Mm, it tastes good."
