That night, the three of them ordered a lot of dishes, mostly those that Ye Feifei loved. A hotpot simmered at the center of the table, surrounded by Ye Feifei's favorite mutton slices and Qinghe shrimp, which only needed a quick dip before they were ready to eat.
At that moment, as they listened to the bubbling water in the hotpot and smelled the familiar spicy aroma, the three of them sat around the table, speechless. The scene resembled a reunion of old friends who had not seen each other for ten years. There was so much to say, yet they didn't know where to begin. A lump formed in their throats, and they could only convey their excitement and joy through the exchange of looks.
