Lucian's POV
"You were busy cooking this?" I asked, disbelief flickering across his face.
Jason only gave a low hum, making no display of pride, as if he had not just created something remarkable. Calmly, he portioned the food into six dishes and handed them around, one by one.
But one dish he carried with his own hands, setting it directly before Eira. "This is for you."
We all watched in silence. So this was his gift—something far more meaningful than any trinket. A dish she loved dearly, one she had once hoped to learn from our mother, Jennifer.
It was the meal our mother always prepared on the day after the Moon Festival. Yet Jason had chosen to make it tonight. Perhaps he had struggled to decide what gift she might accept from him, but this—this was priceless.
It showed his sincerity as it wasn't the easy thing to make.
Still, one question lingered in my mind. When had Jason learned to cook it? I had never once seen him learning from our mother.
