"Yining, don't blame me for not giving you a heads-up. We've got guests coming today," Wan Hongxing reminded her.
"So what? Let them come," Pei Yining said carelessly, picking up a piece of crispy pork and popping it in her mouth. Wan Hongxing, knowing her taste, had learned this recipe from Aunt Ji, and often made it for her. Crunchy and delicious, Yining praised, "Wan Aunty, your cooking is getting better and better."
Wan Hongxing didn't have a chance to reply before Pei Guozhong brought their guests into the house.
Pei Yining looked up—it was Dad's old army buddy, and a young man. She slapped her forehead, finally catching on. She turned to Wan Hongxing, disbelief on her face: "Wan Aunty, today's guest isn't the guy Dad wants to set me up with, right?"
Pei Yining felt that surely it couldn't be this much of a coincidence, but the voice, the way they addressed her—it all lined up.
Dad's old army buddies—there were only a handful.
