Gu Shiting went to the kitchen to busy himself, Sheng Tang followed him inside.
At this time, the sun was setting in the west, the clouds scattered across the sky, dazzling and splendid; the rays of the sunset passed through the clouds, falling on the courtyard, dyeing the few autumn chrysanthemums in the courtyard an unparalleled brilliance.
On the kitchen windowsill, the cook plucked two chrysanthemums, the layers of petals overlapping intricately, silently sending forth their fragrance.
Sheng Tang stood by the window, talking intermittently with Gu Shiting.
Gu Shiting had become increasingly skilled at cooking and had also found joy in it.
He planned to make the Dragon Well Shrimp from last time for Sheng Tang.
While peeling the shrimp, Gu Shiting suddenly said to her, "Tangtang, sing a song."
Sheng Tang smiled, "What should I sing?"
"Something cheerful."
The first song that floated into Sheng Tang's mind was a pop song.
