When Luke returned home, Eleanor was arranging flowers. A large bouquet of pink buttercups added a touch of spring to the house.
"Doesn't it look nice? Your dad and I found a great flower market. The flowers are fresher and cheaper than at the florists."
Eleanor proudly showed off her handiwork to her son.
"It's very pretty," Luke agreed, hanging his coat on the rack before heading straight for his bedroom.
"Don't just lock yourself in your room the moment you get back. Your dad bought two potted pines. He's trimming them on the balcony right now. Go take a look."
Luke walked to the balcony to greet his father.
Ever since moving to San Francisco, Arthur and Eleanor had been living a quiet retirement life. While others played with their grandchildren, the two of them could only tend to their plants.
"Look at this pine, it's got such an elegant shape. And this one is even more graceful. Your mom and I have another hobby to pass the time now."
Arthur presented the plants to his son as if they were treasures. His tone was joyful, but there was a hint of underlying loneliness.
Luke nodded in praise. His father's taste in aesthetics was much better than his.
"We also heard about a place at the flower market today. It has hundreds of acres of peach orchards. In half a month, the blossoms will be in full bloom. Let's go admire the flowers together."
Eleanor temporarily forgot the name and called out, "Arthur, what was the name of that grove?"
Arthur turned around, smiling warmly at his wife. "Blossom Valley Grove."
Luke felt a pang of guilt. His parents had lived in San Francisco for three years, and he rarely took them anywhere.
"Alright," Luke nodded in agreement under his parents' expectant gazes.
While Eleanor was preparing dinner, Luke suddenly remembered he had left the bag of Hickory-Smoked Brisket in his car.
He told his parents, went down to fetch the meat, and walked into the kitchen. "Mom, you can skip making one dish tonight. This brisket is pretty good."
As Luke stepped out of the kitchen, Eleanor and Arthur locked eyes.


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