Today is Wednesday, the day of our weekly gathering. After having lunch with Pei Haiping, Chen Qiuhua returned to Xiangtai Apartment with Lin Jie.
To Lin Jie's surprise, An Kexin was also there when he got home.
She was still wearing an apron, busy in the kitchen with a pot of stew on the stove.
Lin Jie hugged An Kexin from behind and laughed, "Is the sun rising from the west today? It's rare to see you in the kitchen. And it's only a little past three in the afternoon, yet you're already here."
"Come on, what's your true intention in personally cooking soup for me?"
"Don't move!"
An Kexin slapped Lin Jie's misbehaving hand and said, "These pig trotters I'm cooking aren't for you; they're for Kemeng."
"Cooking pig trotters for Kemeng? What happened to her?" Lin Jie asked, puzzled.
