Tonight, the girl next door invited me to dinner, and reminded me early in the morning not to eat at the company at night, saying that she was cooking for me at night.
It sounds very touching. I have lived here for a year, and I have known her for just one year. I often stop by and then become friends.
Her cooking skills are pretty good, and the dishes she cooks are perfect in flavor and fragrance. Although they are only a few home-cooked dishes, they are delicious.
