“Babe, I’m home!”

Serenity yelled as she entered the room with some snacks.

Zachary walked over to meet her.

He saw that she was carrying a bag containing several disposable boxes.

“I thought you said that you don’t eat at this hour. Why did you still pack supper home? Are you disgusted by my poor cooking skills? Is that why you rejected the idea of me making supper for you?”

Zachary was petty and would magnify a small matter to the point where he thought Serenity loathed him.

“No way! Babe, your cooking skills have surpassed mine. When I was passing by the night market, I just felt nostalgic and couldn’t help but stop by and buy some of the few snacks I used to eat.”

Zachary did not know how to make these local delicacies. He only ate what the common folk ate for breakfast because he was pretending to be poor. Serenity was in the dark back then, so she always packed a local breakfast for him, and he ate it because he did not want his secret to get exposed.

He still remembered