Inside the room, warm yellow light gently spilled into every corner, bathing the dinner table where everyone sat in a cozy, glowing warmth.
The leftover food on the table had not yet been cleared away, and the rich, appetizing aroma of dishes still lingered in the air. The sounds of merry laughter from everyone, thoroughly satisfied with food and drink, echoed softly through the room.
The delicious dishes carefully prepared by Mother Song were truly unforgettable. That plate of red-braised pork, glossy and enticing in color, was simmered to such tenderness that every piece melted in the mouth, as if the tip of the tongue were wandering through a paradise of flavors.
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