The news that Jing Jing was bringing her boyfriend home for the holidays was enough for her grandmother forget her car sickness and consent to be driven down to Yixing, and when Jing Jing and Yu Tu arrived at her house after having lunch with his parents, the fragrance of lamb meat permeated through the house.

At dinner time, Jing Jing spent at least ten minutes meticulously picking raisins out of her polu, to Yu Tu’s amused gaze.

“When I was little, I thought the raisins were supposed to be chocolate chips and was so disappointed they weren’t that I can’t stand the taste of them,” she explained when he asked what she was doing.

He gave her an even more confused look. “Why would you expect chocolate chips in a lamb rice dish?”

“I was five!”