Xu Lan stood hesitantly outside the door, unsure whether or not to enter. All of a sudden, the door was flung open by Bai Wu.
"You don't plan on coming in?"
With reddened eyes and a hoarse voice, it was as if Bai Wu had been sitting in a corner and crying. Xu Lan was still standing at the door, but the aroma of freshly cooked rice was already greeting his nose. He craved it to the point of salvation. Indeed, it was a long time ago since he last tasted Bai Wu's cooking.
"COME IN!"
Xu Lan nodded affirmatively and closed the door in excitement. He then trailed behind Bai Wu. Four dishes and a pot of soup were laid out on the table in order of Xu Lan's preferences. Bai Wu went and scooped some rice for Xu Lan. Then, still clad in an apron, he sat opposite Xu Lan and prepared for criticism.
