The air in the house was filled with the aroma of fried garlic sauce. Ningchu sat on the sofa in the living room, but her eyes kept wandering into the kitchen. Through the transparent sliding door, she could clearly see the man cooking the seafood and frying the steak.
Her stomach, which had already detected the aroma, was a little hungry and made a protesting gurgling sound.
In the kitchen, her mother was busy going in and out, setting the lunch she had prepared in advance on the table, helping to clean the seafood, and crushing the garlic. …