You didn’t know she was terrible at cooking. And you also didn’t know she’d be coming home early tonight.

After hours of back-breaking work, you come back home as usual, but immediately notice some differences. The apartment isn’t pitch black, some lights are on, your girlfriend’s boots are near the front door and curses can be heard from the kitchen (whose light is on).

You peek your head inside and catch a one-in-a-lifetime vision: your fiancée, Zhu Yuan, the captain of the PubSec, fidgeting around the kitchen in comfortable housewear and a recipe full-volume blasting from her phone on the messy counter; she’s trying to make you both ramen.

“Stupid cookers won’t turn the hell on- Shi— I burnt my finger!”

Yuan whisper-yells, running her hands through her messily tied hair.