Looking towards the door, Adams saw his daughter approaching, accompanied by a tall man. He thought the man was the courier who came to help, but he felt that something wasn't right.
As the two drew nearer, Adams noticed that the man dressed quite decently.
"Were these all sent by Lydia?" He glanced at the packages in front of them, and finally looked at Tim. "Mimi, who is this?"
Tim looked at him without saying a word.
"Dad, he is my...friend." Michelle almost blurted out that he was her fan. After hesitating for a while, she finally said that he was a friend.
Adam looked at both of them suspiciously when he noticed Michelle's hesitation. "Well then, come in and have a seat," he said with a smile.
"My name is Tim Shen," the man said with a respectful nod. Looking around, he was a little surprised. He didn't expect that he would enter Michelle's house as soon as he moved in this neighborhood.
Meanwhile, Elaine was cooking in the kitchen. She went to them as soon as she heard them come in. The first thing she saw was the tall man sitting quietly on the sofa.
With a smirk, she discreetly winked at Adams. He immediately understood and went to the kitchen. "Who is the young man outside? A friend of Mimi's?" she asked curiously.
"Tim Shen, Mimi's friend, is our new neighbor. Baylor rented the house to him," Adams answered. "Mimi went to get the packages just now. Lydia sent a lot of snacks. It's good that Tim was there to help her."
"Lydia sure is a sweet girl! She sends Mimi snacks every year." Elaine smiled.
She nudged her husband with her elbow and looked outside. "Do you think the coat on him looks familiar?" she said, shifting the topic to Tim.
"Familiar? What do you mean?" Adams looked towards the living room and saw Tim bending down to unwrap a package. His daughter was squatting next to him, her body blocked from view. Adams could only see her taking out the items from the box.
"It's a little bit familiar indeed," he mumbled.
"It's the one that Mimi insisted on washing herself." "Our daughter is secretly in love with someone," Elaine said with a look of relief on her face.
Seeing that his daughter was about to be taken away from them soon, Adams seemed a bit unhappy. "I don't know about that."
"It must be so. Don't you notice that her mood swings recently? Maybe their relationship is not stable yet, but why didn't she tell us?" Elaine grumbled. "Forget it. If she doesn't want to tell us, we can pretend that we don't know anything."
"I will pay more attention to it from now on," Adams said seriously.
"That's right. We should pay more attention to his character. We should ask him to have dinner with us more often in the future. After all, he's our new neighbor."
Elaine had always been hospitable, so she kept Tim for lunch and cooked two more dishes.
The dishes on the table were appetizing. Like the sunshine, the kind-hearted and welcoming family softened Tim's cold heart. At first, it was only Michelle, but now it was also her family who cracked the wall of ice surrounding his heart.
Tim picked up some bacon and garlic sprouts and put them in his mouth. It was as if the nostalgic taste transported him back to the days of his childhood.
His family was poor, utterly destitute. One day, his mother cooked fried bacon with garlic sprouts. He eagerly grabbed a piece with his hand. His mother, whose face he had long faded from his memory, stopped him. She told the young Tim that it was for a guest.
Thanks to the arrival of the guest, he knew how bacon smelled and tasted.
It was the only memory he had of his parents. Other than that, he remembered that there was a tree at the door of their house. On the opposite side were rolling mountains.
He couldn't remember anything else about their home.
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