About half an hour later, Ling Ruonan and Luo Xusheng emerged from the kitchen together, night snacks in hand.
They had prepared steak, two stir-fried vegetables, a large bowl of noodles, two fried eggs, and a fruit salad.
After setting these items on the table, Ling Ruonan took out a jar of Daughter's Red wine from the cabinet.
"This is an eighteen-year-old Daughter's Red that I've just had someone bring back from Yuezhou—I'm not sure how it tastes." Ling Ruonan, now devoid of her earlier sorrow, wore a face full of happiness, and the smile on her face couldn't be contained. "I'll join you for a little."
"An eighteen-year-old Daughter's Red, the winemaker's daughter is about to get married too," Luo Ziling sighed, then took a seat beside the table and asked Ling Ruonan very seriously, "Mom, how old were you when you met Dad?"
