Stacy's house buzzed with an unusual energy as she darted between the kitchen and the dining room, ensuring everything was meticulously in place. She had meticulously prepared the dishes, each one a labor of hardwork and delight.
She wanted to please both her parents and also make sure everything was perfect when Mr Qin arrived. She had spiked to Aaron a few days before he had promised to come over.
Her phone, almost an extension of her hand, had been constantly buzzing with calls to Ziyu, seeking guidance on Mr Qin's culinary preferences.
Each time, Ziyu had offered comprehensive explanations, concealing the truth about Mr Qin's strict eating habits at home.
Once Stacy's queries had subsided, Ziyu ended the call, feeling the weight of an unspoken truth about Mr Qin's reclusive lifestyle.