Regan said directly, "Take these dishes to the dining hall." When he walked down the stairs, he heard the sound in the kitchen, and then he went to the door.
He didn't expect that she, who had escaped from him earlier, was actually in the kitchen.
Hazel was stunned. Was he going to let me eat? Wasn’t he going to get angry?
If this was the case, then that would be good.
Hazel could only bring the dishes out of the kitchen one by one until they were all laid out on the magnificent dining table in the restaurant.
But when she was about to bring the last dish to the table, she found that Regan had already sat in front of the table and begun to pick up the plate of fish she cooked with a fork.
"You... you... I cooked this for myself."
Unexpectedly, Regan's eyes looked up
