Outside the multi-paned glass window, a big, round moon hung low over the treetops, looking so close you could almost touch it.
The bright moonlight shone through the glass, casting its glow on the natural wood table.
Thin wisps of steam rising from the lunch boxes veiled the moonlight in a soft, white haze.
An Ning sat up straight, looking at the four lunch boxes before her.
One box was filled with rice, but it was drizzled with a savory braised pork sauce. Its tempting aroma seemed to wave a little hand, shouting, 'Eat me first!'
Next to it was a box of mixed seafood in a vibrant sauce. The wave of hot and sour fragrance was enough to whet anyone's appetite.
Another box held minced pork and green beans. The beans were so vibrantly green, they looked as if they might be undercooked, but their fragrant aroma suggested otherwise.
