Wang Xiaoqiang chuckled, opened the lunch box, and saw his favorite scallion egg and mashed garlic eggplant dishes. Although they were just ordinary home-cooked dishes, in Liu Juyi's skilled hands, they looked absolutely exquisite, like two plates of artwork. The scallion eggs were tender and yellow, with onion flowers wrapped within the well-fried eggs, faintly visible. The sliced eggplant in the mashed garlic eggplant was cut into strips slenderer than a thumb, drizzled with shiny garlic mash. Both dishes not only had color but were also fragrant, rich, and delicious, complemented by two big white steamed buns on the side.
"Be careful not to choke," she warned him with a playful scolding.
Then she watched Wang Xiaoqiang eat, quietly savoring that sense of peace and happiness.
It was only at times like these that this woman could feel a trace of happiness.
