From the chimney, wisps of pale gray smoke rose gently, as peaceful and serene as the quiet little town itself.
The mouthwatering aroma of food, accompanied by the sizzling sounds of cooking, filled the entire small cottage. Just sitting there, Sylvia could feel her stomach rumbling in anticipation.
"Dinner's ready!"
The old, creaky wooden door of the kitchen swung open.
Timothy stepped out, holding a dish in each hand, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he placed the steaming, fragrant plates on the table one by one.
The stir-fried bamboo shoots still retained their fresh green color, and just by looking at them, you could tell they were crisp and not greasy—a rare treat.
The wild greens, simply washed and left unprocessed, were arranged on the plate like blooming green flowers. On the side, there was a freshly made sauce, cooked with eggs.
