How could she accept such an outcome?
She missed Little Huzi so much, terribly much.
And she wondered... how were her father and Little Huzi getting on?
Before she had gone abroad, she had prepared plenty of flour and rice, lots of vegetables, and many eggs.
Her father was growing old.
Little Huzi was still so young.
She had said before that she would return before the Chinese New Year, but now not only had she not returned, even Ahao hadn't. She couldn't help but worry about how her father might be feeling.
Little Huzi, Mommy misses you.
Ahao, where are you?
Do you miss us?
Meng Yunhan plunged into her own sadness until Robert, serving steak, broke through her solitude.
"Mengmeng, try my steak, it's cooked medium-rare." Robert thoughtfully considered that Meng Yunhan wasn't a westerner, so medium-rare should be just right for her.
Meng Yunhan stared at the steak in front of her. She had to admit, Robert had really put effort into this.
