He was quite quick. In less than half an hour, he had already washed and cut the vegetables.

But, even though I clearly said I wanted stewed potatoes, he seemed to be planning on making French fries.

It was fine. French fries were good too.

I was mindlessly scrolling on my phone on the couch when I saw him walk out wearing an apron. The usually high-and-mighty young master scratched his head and said, "Well, do you want to take a shower first?"

I was puzzled. "I'd ...