Now, Wen Xiang was in charge of cooking breakfast at home. Maybe he couldn't cook Indonesian food, but he was pretty good with Chinese food, and luckily, the two people he lived with had Chinese blood running through them.
He had lived alone for many years, and he also couldn't always eat out because he knew that he had to stay lowkey due to his dangerous profession. Even if he could order takeouts, he preferred to cook his meals instead of having to meet some strangers thrice a day.
He was not good with people, and he also couldn't trust people easily. Having a negative feeling about what if one of those delivery men became one of his enemies, he didn't want to risk meeting them too often.
