As the sun peeked over the trees, the little house began to stir with quiet energy. Lala, always the early riser, peeked out the window and saw that CEO Kien had just left for the market. It was her favorite time—when the kitchen was hers and hers alone.
Without wasting a moment, Lala tied her little apron, adjusted her bandana, and got to work. She glanced around the kitchen like a seasoned chef preparing for battle. With Kien out hunting for the freshest veggies and spices, Lala saw this as the perfect chance to experiment with her cooking skills.
She started with rice—measuring, washing, and placing it into the cooker with practiced hands. Then she moved to the stove, pulling out some leftover tofu and greens. She tossed them into a sizzling pan, her tiny hands moving with unexpected confidence as the aroma of garlic and sesame filled the room. Even the house cat wandered in, drawn by the scent.
Lala hummed to herself, flipping the tofu with a proud smile. She knew CEO Kien always teased her for sneaking into the kitchen, but deep down, he was secretly impressed with her creativity and care. Cooking wasn’t just a chore for Lala—it was a form of love. While others saw her as playful and silly, she had a thoughtful side that showed up in moments like this.
By the time Kien returned, arms full of fresh produce, the kitchen was already alive with warmth and fragrance. He stopped in the doorway, raising an eyebrow. “Lala, what have you done now?”
She grinned proudly, holding up a perfectly plated dish. “Just saving you some work, Boss.”
Kien chuckled, setting down the groceries. “Alright, Chef Lala. Let’s see if it’s better than mine.”
That morning, the kitchen echoed with laughter, sizzling pans, and the quiet joy of a shared meal.
