After hearing Renee�s complaints, Mr. Q remained silent for a long time. Suddenly, he asked, �If he�s interested in your cooking now, would you still cook for him?�

�No way!�

Renee�s attitude was firm. �He�s not worthy. I�ll only cook for people who are worth my time.�

�Then what about me?�

Mr. Q asked.

�You?�

Renee was still thinking about it when Mr. Q said with a smile, �I�m kidding. I�m more interested in cooking for you than tasting your cooking.�

�I can see that you�re someone who gives more than he takes, like the old me. As someone who has experience in this matter, let me give you a piece of advice. Stop doing that. You should love yourself more.�

He shook his head, then murmured as if talking to himself, �Sometimes being able to cook for the person you like is also a kind of happiness.�

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Renee was stunned. She blushed involuntarily.

�What is he doing? Confessing?�

She was particularly empathetic to words like that, so she was easily touched by them.

�Don�t get me wrong. My definition of �like� here is very broad. It includes people like Adie and Abby. I like to cook for them too.�

He probably noticed Renee�s shyness, so he explained himself.

�I understand, I understand.�

Renee awkwardly brushed her hair and said, �The term �like� isn�t reserved specifically for the relationship between a man and a woman. I think we get along quite well. We can like each other as close friends.�

He gave her a cold smile and said meaningfully, �I wonder how many close friends you have, Miss Everheart?�

�Huh? What are you talking about? I have strict requirements for befriending people. Not anyone can be my close friend.�

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