Zhu Li Qiang rolled over to the empty side of his king size bed. Arms outstretched, consciousness slowly returned to his extremely aching head. He rumbled.
'Oh, it's the hangover.'
He snorted. "Aww, so messed up!"
While scratching his aching head and empty stomach, he went on his heels and found his way towards his kitchen. Surprisingly there was an enticing waft of the mouthwatering dish coming from it.
He licked his lips. 'Someone cooked? Am I not alone?' He was salivating from the aroma.
When he reached his kitchen he saw no one, but there was a steel pot seating on top of the stove. When he tried to lift the lid, he jerked from the touch which burnt his fingers. "Ouch!"
"Who cooked this?"
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