All were carefully blanched with boiling water and dried.
While instructing her on the secrets of marinating and roasting meats, her mother rambled on, telling her that boys all love meat, and if there's ever a chance, she should make it often for Tang Song.
She blushed, listening silently, learning earnestly, without rebutting.
...
After packing for tomorrow's trip and finishing dinner,
she sat with her mother for a while watching life dramas on TV, as time quietly passed eight in the evening.
"Thump-thump—thump-thump—"
Zhang Yan's heart felt like there was a little rabbit hopping inside, unable to calm down.
She told her mother, picked up the trash bag from home, and went downstairs.
In early winter, Yang City had a slight chill at night.
The streetlights in the community cast a dim yellow glow, stretching the shadows of the osmanthus trees along the path.
