[Zhao had learned a little bit on cooking from his dad, but the most he'd learned was from a series of elderly Chinese men and women who spoke broken Japanese. But they'd taught him a lot and took pride in how well he learned. They taught him more than how to cook, but also what food meant to people. It could be a time machine and a gateway to times long past or a way to show how you felt.
Something about the act of food and being offered to Joon-gi had cracked something inside him. Just the last little bit to get him away from the shadow of his boss. When he asked for more, Zhao knew he'd reached him. So he handed him a few tissues and kissed his forehead.]
Of course.
[He had cooked enough that he was going to make it lunch for the next day, so all he had to do was warm it up again and wrap them up in crisp cabbage leaves. He made sure to fill up his boyfriend's plate and set it in front of him before filling up his own.
Holy hell, this might be the best karage he'd ever made. If he ate it in the future, he'd probably never forget this moment of them quietly eating at night. With one of his feet, he gently traced around Joon-gi's ankle. Just always touching a little bit and keeping in contact.
In a pause while they ate, he reached out to wipe away a few tears.]
Our house gonna have the best meals. Everybody gonna be jealous.
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Something about the act of food and being offered to Joon-gi had cracked something inside him. Just the last little bit to get him away from the shadow of his boss. When he asked for more, Zhao knew he'd reached him. So he handed him a few tissues and kissed his forehead.]
Of course.
[He had cooked enough that he was going to make it lunch for the next day, so all he had to do was warm it up again and wrap them up in crisp cabbage leaves. He made sure to fill up his boyfriend's plate and set it in front of him before filling up his own.
Holy hell, this might be the best karage he'd ever made. If he ate it in the future, he'd probably never forget this moment of them quietly eating at night. With one of his feet, he gently traced around Joon-gi's ankle. Just always touching a little bit and keeping in contact.
In a pause while they ate, he reached out to wipe away a few tears.]
Our house gonna have the best meals. Everybody gonna be jealous.