Although seventeen years had passed, Mu Hongluan's culinary skills remained as sharp as ever. The moment she picked up the spatula, it felt as though she had returned to the early days of her marriage.
Using the exact same cookware in the exact same setting, everything felt like yesterday.
Seventeen years had passed, and everything had changed—her son had grown up, and they even had a daughter, Xiaoyao. Only she remained entirely unchanged, her appearance frozen in time as if her age had been locked away.
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