"This is how us country folks eat it. We plant a lot of chilies every year, and when we can't finish them, we turn them into chili cakes." Auntie Irving saw how happily she was eating and couldn't help feeling proud, like she was being appreciated; she felt energized all over.
"Eat more. I'll take you to pick dates later." Seeing her getting excited like a little kid, Marcus Quinn immediately put another piece into her bowl.
Uncle Irving's family watched from the side, smiles simple and content on their faces. Marcus Quinn had grown up; he now had someone he treasured at the very center of his heart. If the old master were still alive, he'd definitely be so happy he'd open wine to celebrate.
Breakfast suited A-Tan's taste perfectly. She ate five pan-fried dumplings, had a bowl of thin rice porridge with chili cake, and couldn't fit in any noodles. When she caught a whiff of the fragrant noodles in Marcus Quinn's bowl, she looked at him with longing eyes.
