"Zuko, what's gotten into you?" Chris asked.
Zuko snapped back to reality and smiled. Whether he was overthinking or not, certain things felt quite odd once they were connected in his mind.
"Um... nothing," Zuko replied casually. "I'm just a bit hungry. Is there anything to eat at your place?"
Chris was also hungry too and absentmindedly answered while scrolling on his phone, "Let's order takeout."
Zuko frowned. "I never eat takeout."
"Mr. Zuko Hamerton, are you asking me to cook for you?"
"You know how to cook, right?"
Chris glared at him. Not that he would cook for him even if he did!
Just then, the doorbell rang suddenly.
Lena walked in with a smile, carrying a lunchbox. When she saw Zuko there, she nodded slightly with a hint of restraint.
Zuko smiled. "Lena, are you telepathically connected to Chris and know he's hungry? So you came to bring us food?"
"Mm."
Lena set the lunchbox on the table. The two hungry men quickly came over, but their excitement turned to disappointment when they saw what was inside.
It was supposed to be a pot of chicken soup, but it now looked quite unappetizing. Instead of the expected hearty soup, all they found were fragments of meat, chicken bones, and a few scattered vegetable leaves in a pool of oil droplets.
"Lenny..." Chris chuckled wryly. "Is this another one of your experimental failures?"
Lena looked at him. He had gotten it right.
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