If you don't come, I will sleep with your- Argh!" Evelyn pinched his waist.

“What was that pitiful cry? Are you already sleeping with my girlfriend?" With a wave to his colleagues, Joshua got in his car

Sheffield grabbed onto Evelyn's hand and yelled into the phone, “Screw you. Are you coming or not?"

“Of course, I'm coming. Maestro is cooking a meal. How could I miss it?

Tell me, when was the Last time you cooked for anyone?" Joshua couldn't remember when he had last eaten a meal cooked by his best friend.

“Shut up. We're gonna drop by the supermarket first. You go to my place and wait for us there."

“ALL right."

After hanging up, Sheffield kissed Evelyn on the cheek while she wasn't paying attention.

"Let's go. Get in the front seat."

They parked the car next to the supermarket near Sheffield's place.

They arrived at the seafood section, and Sheffield started looking for the best fish. Evelyn couldn't help asking, “Can you really cook?"

“I can. When I was in the U.S., I convinced my master to accept me as his disciple by cooking just one dish for him-braised fish sticks with celery," Sheffield said as he picked out a perch.

But then, after he had successfully convinced his master and learned his skills, Sheffield had never cooked that dish to please his master again.

Thinking back, Sheffield felt guilty. It was time for him to pay his master a visit.

“What master?" Evelyn asked curiously.

“Oh! Traditional Chinese medicine. My grandfather and my master were disciples of the same master. But I ran into my master out of pure coincidence." He saw a fish he liked, and grabbed the net to catch it.

He continued, “Back then, although my grandfather had been in touch with my master, they hadn't seen each other in decades. Then, I met my master and decided to learn from him

Evelyn looked him up and down once and asked, "You know traditional

Chinese medicine?"

“Yes. Here is the thing..." Sheffield leaned in and whispered, "I had access to my grandfather's secret notes and learned a lot from it. So, if something happens to yo- I mean, if you have any questions about traditional Chinese medicine, you can ask me." He was going to say, "If something happens to you," but that sounded like he was cursing her.

The shopkeeper came over to take the fish that Sheffield had caught, and gut it on the spot.

"I don't know anything about traditional Chinese medicine. So, I have no questions to ask," replied Evelyn.

“Okay, that's fair. What other seafood do you want? We'll finish this and then go to the vegetable section." He pulled her aside.

“I'm not a picky eater." But she liked Chinese food very much.

“What about scallops?”