In the dark, Nancy couldn’t see anything, but the man was used to it
He easily went to the kitchen, served two bowls of chicken soup, came back and sat down opposite her.
The smell of chicken soup wafted in nose .
It was the first time she had eaten in total darkness.
"It's delicious," the man sipped gently. "It has the flavor belonging to mothers’ generation."
Nancy laughed sheepishly: "I learned how to cook it from an old maid before. Although she was a gardener, her cooking skill was no worse than that of a full-time chef. The wonton was especially delicious. It's a pity that I learned littlle cooking skills from her. The taste of this pot of chicken soup was not nearly as good as that of hers. "
The man's voice was very gentle: "It is already very good, I like it very much."
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