Even after cooking, the cabbage was sweet and crisp. It made her suspect if the cabbages she cooked with in the past were real cabbages or not.
"Mom, what are you cooking? It smells amazing!" Auntie Lin's youngest daughter leaned on the dining table after returning from junior high school. She wrinkled her nose and narrowed her eyes, "Mom, are you making tomato fried egg?"
Auntie Lin answered, "Yes."
"Oh." Her youngest daughter nodded. "I was confused because the smell was too delectable."
"Enough talking. It's time to eat." Auntie Lin ordered.
Her youngest daughter looked around and asked, "Mom, where's Dad?" Auntie Lin's heart squeezed, but she didn't show it. "Your Dad has something to do at work and doesn't have time to come back for dinner. We'll have dinner on our own." Auntie Lin said with a smile. But internally, she thought, 'The bastard, Lin Tianhui, would be having dinner with that vixen now.'
