Marcus Quinn simmered the marinade for an hour, then placed the purchased pig trotters in to cook for another two hours.
As they cooked, the whole room was filled with the enticing aroma, which wafted out through the window, prompting the neighbors to poke their heads out, grumbling about who was so inconsiderate to make something so fragrant at this hour, making it impossible to sleep and leaving them hungry.
Amy Tan hadn't slept all night. She was online looking for piano teaching jobs and whether any upscale restaurants were hiring a pianist. As for working, she hadn't considered it; she's still living under the radar, though she could replace her documents, but for now, she didn't want to reveal her identity.
After searching around, she didn't find any suitable part-time jobs.
Just as she felt her stomach growling, she caught a whiff of the tempting aroma from the kitchen.
