The night was deep, and the apartment buildings of Xintiandi were aglow with the lights of countless homes.
Eric Kensington had come home early for a change and had even cooked himself, preparing a table full of delicious dishes.
The moment Jenna Irving pushed the door open, she was greeted by a rich aroma. She was a little surprised, but mostly delighted.
Seeing Eric Kensington bustling in and out was a long-awaited sight.
'How long has it been since he last cooked a delicious meal for me?'
Jenna Irving recalled their past together. There was bitterness, but far more sweetness.
"Honey, you're finally home. Come on, hurry and wash your hands so we can eat." Eric Kensington took off his apron and pulled out a chair for Jenna Irving.
Jenna quickly washed her hands and returned. She glanced at the dishes on the table: stir-fried pork with garlic sprouts, braised pork with bamboo tofu skin, hand-torn cabbage, spicy prawns… They were all her favorites.
