Chapter 8. Trip

Luna's POV

My feet quickly reverted to their previous position. I dashed over to his back and examined the tablet he was strolling with his hands. I snatched it from him when I saw Cole’s name on one of the calendar numbers. I immediately grinned. He yanked it from my grasp and pointed to the electric stove. There is also a gas stove, but as we are the only two people in the house, I may use the electric stove.

I pretended to chuckle at him before walking away and picking up the frying fan. That’s something I’m thinking about right now. “Hehe. Can you tell me what you want me to cook?” I was still giggling with delight.

“Cook, just what you are familiar with. If I recommend something, I’m concerned you won’t be able to prepare it.” His tone is usually solemn and his face is expressionless. He did not pause to press the tablet. I’ll just stare at him when he closes the iPad and then he looks at me.

“Hehe. I’m going to prepare a meal.” I held b