Song Luli's father drove her home from work as they often carpooled, and when they arrived, the aromatic smell of food welcomed them.
It smelt like a feast, and Song Luli was puzzled by the suddenness. Her mother only cooked many dishes when everyone was home present or when they had guests over.
They stepped into the house, where she found Long Jie sitting on a chair speaking to her mother. He was smiling politely, drinking the blackberry juice she made, and listening as her mother spoke.
Song Luli was at a loss for words. Her mouth hung open for a moment before she closed it shut.
Long Jie stood up to shake her father's hand and to greet him before returning to the table.
"Ah. Sheng and Luli, come and sit," her mother, Qian Meigui said, ushering them.
