Eric Fong’s relationship with his family hasn’t been great ever since he came out of the closet, but he owns a dim sum restaurant that’s quite successful, and he’s happy at least one aspect of his life is proceeding smoothly. Granted, his life would have been much better if he had a boyfriend because then he wouldn’t feel quite as lonely. However, overall, he’s satisfied with his life.<br><br>Benjamin Wen is the owner of The Crossroads Diner. Eric thinks Benjamin is cute, and something about the owner of the diner is intriguing. Most importantly, Benjamin prepares food that tastes identical to the ones Eric’s late maternal grandmother used to make for him. There are other aspects of the diner, such as the strange customers who gawk at Eric and only stare at their food and drinks instead of enjoying them, that he considers to be fascinating. He visits the diner night after night, hoping to solve the mysteries behind its existence. Along the way, he finds himself falling for Benjamin. But Benjamin is hiding quite a few secrets from him. Things Benjamin seems unwilling to reveal.<br><br>Can Eric and Benjamin’s relationship survive in spite of the secrets? Or are they destined to go their separate ways?

The Crossroads Diner

Eric paused for a second or two, and he raised his head slightly so he could peek at Benjamin. “Who?”


“Always swallow before you speak. Otherwise, you may end up choking on your food.”


Eric was taken aback upon hearing that. There wasn’t anything out of the ordinary about Benjamin’s statements, but the way he said them, along with the intonation, strangely reminded him of his late maternal grandmother.


“You sounded just like my late maternal—”


“Grandma,” Benjamin completed Eric’s sentence for him. “I know.”


“How…I mean, that’s creepy. No offense, man.”


Benjamin smirked. “Have you never wondered why every single dish that I’ve prepared for you brings back memories of her?”


Eric gaped slightly at Benjamin before his amazement at the man’s accurate guess transformed into a feeling akin to horror. “Oh, shit! Are you being possessed by my—”


“Of course not!” Benjamin exclaimed while looking amused. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m a spirit myself.”


Chapter 36