"Go to bed early, Older Sister.." he said, setting her things down gently beside her desk. "Tomorrow's going to be a big day. You'll need all your energy."
Mianmian smiled and touched his arm, comforted by his presence. "I will. You too, don't stay up late reading comics again."
He laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, and promised he wouldn't.
Mianmian found herself unable to sleep right away. She sat on the edge of her bed, hands resting in her lap, staring at the leather-bound recipe book she had locked into her suitcase.
That book contained her entire life, every recipe she had tested, every success and failure, every flavor born from years of trial and devotion. And now, nestled among them, were her master's parting gifts: three dishes that could change everything.
