"Why are you being so nice?"
"Hey, you've been tired for so long, of course I have to take good care of you. Go ahead, order whatever you want to eat. Today you can be like a big boss."
He laughed heartily, "Then I must think carefully. Right, I love the little dishes you make. We must have four dishes and a soup today."
She widened her eyes, "Four dishes and a soup?"
"If it's too much trouble, two dishes and a soup will do."
"No way! Four dishes and a soup are too shabby. It's New Year's today, we must have eight dishes and a soup."
Eight little dishes, a mix of meat and vegetables. There was Chinese kale, choy sum, shredded potatoes, and poached spicy sliced pork. When the steaming hot brown sugar rice cakes were served, the whole house filled with a delicious aroma.
Wan Donglin's finger shook in excitement as he praised, "Truly a feast for the senses."
"Doesn't he know who cooked it?"
He honestly nodded, letting out a long sigh.
She was puzzled, "Why are you sighing?"
