Huang Tao always felt that cooking for the person you love is a kind of happiness.
To make a delicious meal and serve it to your loved one must be such an achievement.
He remembered when he first married Xuanxuan's Mother, what he looked forward to the most was waiting for her to get off work so they could go to the vegetable market together.
As soon as they walked into the market.
It felt like stepping into another world.
Meat on the cutting board, vegetables in baskets, chickens and ducks in cages, fish and shrimp lively in basins, fruits and spices competing for attention.
Coupled with the bustling crowd and the noisy bargaining.
Lively, vivacious, full of life, the atmosphere dense enough to dispel a whole day's fatigue.
Rubbing shoulders with people, amidst the coming and going, they bought the ingredients needed for dinner and fresh fruits.
After coming home.
