Eira's POV
Thankfully, Alice came out from the kitchen and hugged me straight away, almost squeezing me to death.
"My love, you are finally here," she said, being so cheerful, and dragged me inside the kitchen. "See what my mom cooked. It's my favourite, and she cooks it only on the next day of the Moon Festival. Taste it."
It was some old-fashioned traditional dish which was rarely available anywhere. I tasted it, and I could say it was my new favourite now.
"Isn't it yumm?" Alice asked.
And I nodded quickly, my mouth full, my eyes brightening up with the lovely taste. Just as I swallowed, I said, "Aunty, I want to learn it as well."
Jennifer, still so beautiful for her age and hard to believe she had two big hunks like sons, offered me her usual most beautiful smile one could see. "Sure, dear."
She carried a true motherly warmth. Alice and her brothers were so fortunate.
"You two can start arranging the breakfast table," Jennifer instructed.
