"Chen Ye, come out and have some soup. It’s been simmering in the clay pot all night; it’s incredibly fresh."
Madam Ye’s voice drifted in from the living room.
Chen Ye stared blankly at his phone, lost in thought. How did the tables seem to have turned? He used to thoroughly enjoy the process of getting things done, but lately—especially these past few days—he felt truly overwhelmed.
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