At the door.
Alex led Du Wei by the hand, annoyed, she gave it a flick.
"How many times have I said it? Call me 'dear'; can't you be a bit more romantic?"
Embarrassed, Du Wei said, "It's my fault."
With a humph, Alex pulled Du Wei into the house, and Du Wei closed the door behind them.
Inside, a table full of dishes had already been prepared.
There were Tai Chi Shrimp, Roasted Drunken Chicken, Chrysanthemum Bass Balls, Deep-Fried Triple Liver Flower Rolls, Orange Juice Garfish, Snowflake Chicken, and so on…
Most of them were Chinese dishes, along with a few Western desserts.
Some of the tableware was also Chinese style.
This…
As Du Wei's gaze swept across the dishes, mixed feelings welled up in his heart. His normally impassive face softened considerably.
His experiences from childhood were different from those of most people.
