Several years slipped by in the blink of an eye.
"See, my memory is pretty good, isn't it?"
Arnold Simmons smiled as he pulled her into his arms, lowered his head, and kissed her soft, fair cheek. His voice was low and gentle, "Mm, very good. Even if you don't remember, it's okay. I'll remember for both of us."
Hannah felt that Arnold Simmons had prepared a surprise for her, so she decided to prepare a gift for him as well.
Taking advantage of the time before the dishes were served, she got up and went to the kitchen in the back.
The private dining establishment was owned by an elderly couple. It was said that the old lady's family had ties to the imperial kitchen in their lineage. Though she had merely assisted, she had absorbed some culinary skills over the years.
With time, she apprenticed under a master and developed her own set of recipes.
Overall, the flavors were exquisite, though the old lady cooked entirely based on her mood.
