Ren had always known that women in this world were not expected to cook. It didn't matter whether a woman was poor, lazy, or even an alcoholic. Cooking was simply not something women did. They could spend their entire lives doing nothing productive, yet no one would expect them to step into the kitchen and prepare a meal.
And those who actually knew how to cook? Ren had never met one.
Even his own mother, who had loved his father dearly, had never once stepped foot into the kitchen to cook for him. So, in all his life, Ren had never imagined that he would one day witness a woman preparing a meal with her own hands.
Yet here he was, standing at the entrance of the kitchen, staring at Heena as she calmly chopped the ingredients.
The rich, savory aroma filling the room was enough to make his stomach stir, but the sight before him was even more shocking.
