"Alright, you rest, I'll prepare lunch for you right away." Mrs. Lin said with a smile.
Soon, the kitchen wafted with delicious aromas, a scent Lin Chuan would never forget, the scent of his mother's cooking, unrivaled in both flavor and tastiness. Lin Chuan was very touched. He remembered times on the battlefield, eating cockroaches, rats, and earthworms to survive... he had eaten nearly anything edible to stave off starvation. Comparing that to his current life, it was unspeakably harsh.
As the saying goes, one thought brings heaven, another brings hell.
The meal was soon ready.
During the meal, Mrs. Lin laughed and said, "Silly boy, Aunt Zhou from the neighborhood committee has picked out another match for you."
"Didn't she refuse to set me up before?" Lin Chuan asked.
