This was a small town near the sea. It took us 10 minutes by bike to get to the seaside. He took me to an old looking restaurant and had a local breakfast.

I sat there and could see the coastline.

Wa I possessed? I thought of Sean when I looked at the sea.

My mind was full of Sean.

Ming saw through my mind. "Are you thinking about Sean?"

"No."

I answered in a second.

Ming heard my answer and smiled, "if you hesitate, I may believe you."

"I..." I was a little embarrassed.

Ming looked at me. "Don't be embarrassed. I know something about you and Sean. Men will mind that kind of thing. Sean is willing to stay with you so I believe he loves you."

Ming was right.

If it did happen, other men would not accept it.

But Sean accepted it.

At this time, I was sad, "Ming, what should I do?"

What should I do?

"Do you regret being taken abroad by me?" Ming took a sip of coffee and asked me.

"No." I thought for a moment and then answered.

Ming listened to my answer and said with a smile, "yes, that's the truth. You were lying just now."

I drooped my eyes slightly.

Ming didn't continue to ask me. He just said, "I'll be back in America next Saturday. You have a week and a half to think about it. If you find out then, leave with me. If not, wait for me to come back."

"Thank you."

A week and a half?

Actually, I knew I wanted to see Sean and worried about him.

I thought for a while and said to Ming, "Ming, I'm worried about Sean because before I left, his behavior seemed to be abnormal. I am afraid that he will do something terrible."

"I don't think he was normal that day, either." Ming nodded, "I will pay attention to him for you. Don't worry."

In the afternoon, Ming took me to the market.

At first, I thought it was a supermarket. As a result, he took me to a second-hand market owned by the local people. There were all kinds of goods here.

There were clothes, furniture and vegetables.

Ming took me to buy some dishes and cutlery.

It was good that no one here discriminated against me.

As we were about to leave the market, an old lady sat at the door. There were only a few vegetables in front of her, one of which was----

"How much is this?"

When I saw the cilantro, Ming had already gone there.

The old lady took a look at Ming and held out five fingers.

It was much more expensive than other vegetables!

But Ming didn't think and just handed the money to the old lady and picked up two bundles of cilantro and left.

On the way back, I said to Ming, "why didn't you ask me what I want to buy? What if I can't cook?"

"I can cook."

Ming looked at me and smiled with confidence.

"You?"

"Yes, I know you are not used to the food here, so I will make three meals for you later. You're in charge of shopping with me."

Ming's words moved me a little.

"You cook? Can you cook?"

In fact, I still didn't believe it.

He smiled. "People who have eaten my cooking say it's delicious."

This time, Ming and I entered his room. Ming's room was totally different from my room.

His room was empty and there was nothing useless in it.

I stood there and watched Ming wash and cut the vegetables. He put the remaining vegetables in the box and put them in the refrigerator. What he needed was neatly listed on the kitchen counter.

He put the knife in place.

It looked a bit like the operating table before the operation.

"What can I do?" I stood by and watched him put everything in order and didn't know what I could do.

Ming looked at me and said seriously, "you are responsible for rest and say it is delicious when eating."

I chuckled.

In the morning I stood in the sun and watched Ming start cooking.

He made dishes and soup.

It was really a pleasure to watch him cook. Ming seemed to have made a plan for everything in his mind.

After he finished, the table was clean as if it had not been used.

Ming made three dishes and a soup.

He put them in front of me. "Come on, have a taste."

"It's delicious!"

I said it four times in a row.

Ming shook his head helplessly after listening, "you do a good job of what you are responsible for."

"It's really delicious!"

I was sure.

I was a very confident person in my cooking, but I had to say that Ming's cooking was better!

It was hard for a man to cook so well.

After listening to me, Ming sat down and said with a smile, "thank you. You are the second person who has eaten my cooking."

"You cook so well. Why did you eat instant noodles before?"

I remembered going to Ming's house once. He was eating instant noodles, which made me think he couldn't cook.

"I'm alone and busy at work. I don't have time to cook at all." Ming took a bite. "You know I wasn't in the Jessop family when I was a kid. I lived with my mother at that time. My family was very poor. My mother was busy at work and late at home. I did all the housework at home, so of course I can cook."

"I'm sorry, I..."

When I heard Ming's words, I felt a little embarrassed for a moment.

Although I grew up in an orphanage and usually needed to take care of children younger than me, I didn't need to worry about life.

Ming was a lot harder than me.

Ming saw me sad and shook his head. "Don't say sorry. I don't think there's anything wrong with the past. If I was born in the Jessop family, I might become a dandy."

He was comforting me.

If we could choose, who was not willing to choose to start with simple mode?

Then our lives repeated every day.

It was a wonderful life. It was plain but warm.

I thought it was good to keep going like this.

I didn't know why Ming chose this place until a few days later. There was a big fire in this town. Many people were injured in the fire, so at that time many people went out with gauze and masks. It was not surprising.

And this town was good at dealing with burns.

When I settled down, I went to the hospital in the small town. The doctor treated my face further. Because of the previous treatment, the wound on my face had basically healed.

But it did not recover. My left and right faces were asymmetrical and my nose had some marks.

I just needed to wear a mask to go out.

The doctor said that if I wanted to get better, I could only have skin grafting.

Skin grafting was a long process. If I did it here, I needed to stay for at least half a year.

The day before Ming returned home, I still accompanied him to buy vegetables. On the way back, he asked me, "have you thought about it? Would you like to go back with me tomorrow?"