Last night was Hunan cuisine.
This morning, surprisingly, it's... Cantonese dim sum.
Sheng Yi didn't expect this.
She looked at the man who was rolling up his sleeves and getting ready to sit down.
After the man sat down, he saw that she had not sat down yet. He raised his eyes to meet her confused face and, in the same warm and unhurried voice he used when he knocked on the door earlier, explained: "I came back early yesterday and bought some ingredients. Cantonese dim sum is not hard to make, but I've never made it before. I just learned it a moment ago, so I can only trouble you to be a little guinea pig this time."
His voice was extremely gentle, just like a husband at home getting up early to make breakfast for his wife.
This thoughtfulness caused a lump in Sheng Yi's heart, something stuck in her throat, not knowing what to say.
