Six o'clock in the evening, Haicheng, Yundingshan Villa.
The air is filled with the cool sandalwood smell of top-grade incense, but it cannot suppress the warm aroma of human fireworks wafting from the kitchen.
With beads of sweat dripping from his silent forehead, he carefully put the last dish "Squirrel Mandarin Fish" into a white porcelain plate. The golden fish meat was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with eyes made of cherries, which looked lifelike. Next to it is a cup of "lotus seed and pork belly soup" that he has been simmering all afternoon. There are a few bright red wolfberries floating on the milky white soup, which symbolizes the harmony of husband and wife and the unity of lotus seeds.
Today is the third wedding anniversary of him and Lin Wan.
He has been busy since three o'clock in the afternoon for this meal. The Lin family never lacks delicacies, but what they lack is the intention. There is a faint hope in Shen Mo's heart. Perhaps, three years of getting along day and night can make this piece of ice that has been covered for three years melt a little.
He walked out of the kitchen carrying the dishes. The expensive crystal chandelier cut the light into a cold and bright light. At the main seat of the long table in the restaurant, her mother-in-law Zhang Qin was looking at her newly made nails with critical eyes. In the air, the smell of her "Meet Xiangfen" perfume occupied every inch of space domineeringly.
Lin Wan, his wife, hasn't come back yet.
