Chapter 145 Flames

• I glanced over at Adrian when I started smelling some very good beef being cooked. It seemed like he knew how to cook quite well. I wondered if he used to cook often. Maybe he did when his wife was still alive. It was just a thought that fleeted through my mind, and I never asked him about it.
• “Wow. It’s coming along quite well,” I commented to make some conversation.
• “Your carbonara smells great too,” Adrian complimented.