At this moment, Serenity sat at the dining table, observing the three dishes and one soup served.

The dishes and soup were still steaming, but their presentation was rather ordinary. It didn't quite resemble the work of a gourmet chef.

"I made this myself. Give it a try," Jackson said, almost as if he had sensed her curiosity.

She was mildly surprised.

He could... make soup and cook?

"Back then, you cooked for me in the rented apartment. Now, I'm cooking for you. Is that not a good thing?