"When I was in college, I learned to cook," Jason said. There was a smile in his voice. He raised his hand and gently wiped away my tears.I was curious. "Why?""Because someone once said the food made by my chefs didn't taste nice, and that after we were rescued, she wanted to come mooch off me."Jason pulled me into his arms, and even though he tried to stay composed, his voice inevitably trembled.A rush of emotions swept over me—heartache, excitement, joy. We had finally reunited."When I wasn't busy at work, I practiced at the restaurant your grandmother liked. She always said I didn't do things properly, but when she had a sudden heart attack, I was the one who rushed her to the ER," Jason said, laughing as he held my face in his hands.I couldn't help but laugh too. "Grandma was always like that.""Your grandmother said she was a good judge of character. She believed she could trust me with things."Jason wrote a phone number on my palm. "Fortunately, I didn't let her do
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