While on this side Nora had always been the slave of her emotions by hiding her tears behind her smile, there was another person on the other side who could say to be a master of her own emotions.
Even now, in a small restaurant, she sat at the table with plenty of food before her. Seeing the soup with spicy and sour broth, Yan Ying took the white bowl in her hand to take a whiff. Made with the goodness of mushrooms, cabbage, carrot and a twist of red pepper and sour with vinegar. She almost drooled at the sight.
Right beside it was placed a fiery delight known as Szchewan Chilli Chicken. This dish was a perfect example of fiery oriental spices.
Looking at her expressions, Uncle Kuan was getting a headache. A young miss of a rich family actually looked like a beggar who hadn't eaten anything in years. Ao ao ao! This was really hard to watch for him.
