The family sat neatly at the dining table and began to eat breakfast.
Of course, they couldn't wear masks while eating. Middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan and middle-aged Liu Jing slowly took off their black masks, lowering their heads and eating the food their son had prepared bit by bit.
Whether the food was delicious no longer mattered; the familiar taste stimulated their taste buds, making them uncontrollably lively.
This was the taste of home.
Bai Anhai had been a good cook since he was young. When Bai Zhengxuan wasn't home, it was always Bai Anhai who cooked.
Later, when he started his own family and career, he continued to cook for his wife and children, and his cooking skills improved over time.
In short, eating Bai Anhai's food felt like going back to when they still had a home.
The middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan couple savored the dishes on the table, completely unaware that their past selves were secretly observing them.
