It was almost seven in the evening, and the glow of the setting sun still lingered in the sky. As soon as she stepped out of the car, a wave of blistering heat hit her face. She had only taken a few steps when beads of sweat started to form on her forehead again.
Yan Xixi quickened her pace towards home.
The door was open, to her surprise. Sitting in the living room was Wan Donglin, grinning cheerfully. "Xixi, dinner's ready!"
On the table were four dishes and a soup, along with chilled white fungus soup, watermelon, and turtle jelly—perfect for beating the summer heat. These were all her usual favorites.
The temperature of the food was just right, as if it had been timed precisely for her arrival.
