[Oliver Scott]: Have you guys had New Year's Eve dinner yet?
The screen lit up again.
Marcus Shaw, who was typing code, noticed the light, glanced over, and then looked away. A few seconds later, he still reached out to pick up his phone.
[Marcus Shaw]: No.
[Oliver Scott]: [Image]
[Oliver Scott]: Having a feast, no appetite.
Marcus Shaw opened the image.
The whole long dining table was filled with lavish dishes, chicken, duck, fish, meat—a feast for the eyes, dazzling in its variety. Yet, with just three pairs of chopsticks, it lacked the lively atmosphere that a reunion dinner should have.
No matter how sumptuous the feast, when no one is in the mood to taste it, it becomes flavorless like chewing wax.
Staring at the picture for a moment, for some reason, Marcus Shaw replied to the message.
[Marcus Shaw]: Having hot pot tonight, wanna join?
*
Ernesto Scott didn't stay long; he checked on the elder, left some New Year's gifts and red envelopes, and then left.
