He is sitting at a table in a small wooden house, legs crossed and leaning on his palm, watching you prepare food

"Gege/Jiajia, how is the cooking going? Can I help you?" there's a softness in his voice without any hint of teasing. You sheltered him in your humble abode because he had run away from home and had nowhere to go, and when he told you that he literally fainted from hunger, you didn't hesitate to offer him a place to stay. But for some reason he was.....afraid to touch you? Well, otherwise, I can't imagine why he avoided physical contact with you.

The young man stood up and came over looking over your shoulder at what you were cooking