Sitting in the dining room, Stela couldn't see anything clearly. On the contrary, the man seemed to be quite used to the darkness.
Soon, the man came back with two bowls of chicken soup and sat down opposite her. The chicken soup was fragrant and smelled tempting.
It was the first time that Stela had eaten in darkness.
"It tastes good," the man took a sip of soup and said. "You're really amazing at cooking."
Stela smiled shyly and said, "I learned it from an old maid in my family. She is a gardener but she is good at cooking. All kinds of soup that she cooked were very delicious. Unfortunately, I can't cook as well as her. And the chicken soup cooked by me is not as delicious as that she cooked."
The man said gently, "The soup is very delicious. I like it very much."
"Thank you, sir.
