Daniel Marshall's eyebrows furrowed, his profound eyes narrowing.
He opened a video saved on his phone and stared intently at the screen without blinking.
A little while later, Daniel Marshall opened Grace Ziegler's thermal lunch box.
Suddenly, the familiar mouthwatering smell of chive dumplings wafted perfectly, Daniel's eyes were slightly moistened.
Picking up a chive dumpling, Daniel began to eat it in big bites.
The taste, remarkably similar to his mother's chive dumplings, twisted Daniel's heart in an inexplicable pain, and a bitter taste emerged in his heart as well.
After finishing one chive dumpling, Daniel picked up a pair of disposable chopsticks and took some pickles to eat.
Although it lacked a little flavor and wasn't as tasty as his mother's pickled vegetables, it was the closest flavor to what he missed in Serene City.
