A Culinary Romance

unity to be of service to others. The hardest part of the job was standing

at their own food. Li Yan's disappointment was palpable as sh

"This noodles is already soggy, and the soup is not eve

rugged and dug into her own meal, her expressio

was directed at someone else. However, as the voice persisted, she

ished," Li Yan informed him, assuming he was addressing her because he wanted

her understood that she had a good heart. Despite the ci

erjected gently, his voice soft with understanding. "I was wondering if you might be willing to cook a dece

as the director of the soup kitchen, granting him access to its facili

to ask," the man added, his for

t agreement. Despite the initial misunderstanding, Li Yan couldn't turn do

her heart swelling with gratitude for the chance to make a difference. "Come

ces gleaming under the soft glow of the lights. Her eyes widened in amazement as she surveyed the double-door massive fridge, feeling as if she had

ch boasted an impressive array of dry ingredients and spices. It was a tr

she rummaged through the shelves. "This kitchen has everything we need to make

sparkling with anticipation. "Sou

and purposeful. With Yan Yan by her side, the two of them worked in harmony, c

ing the kitchen as they shared stories and memories. The old man, mostly silent, observed

oser to the finished dish. With a flourish, Li Yan plated the Italian macaroni and chee

oss her face as she admired her handiwork. "One Italian mac

ering at the sight and smell of the delicious meal before him. With gratitude in his hear

lavors, the tangy tomato sauce, the creamy richness of the cheese, and

, savoring each delicious bite. "Young lady, where did you learn to

ank you so much," she replied, her voice tinged with humility. "I learned from my grandmother, Nonna Ma

r hands deftly working magic with every ingredient. It was her grandmother's love and passion for cooking tha

na Maria must have been a wonderful chef indeed. Your meal has brought back