Grandma?
An image of the elegant, noble-looking old woman from the photo album, dressed in a pink cheongsam, appeared in Shirley Thorne's mind.
The old woman's white, curly hair was meticulously styled, adorned with a tassel pin. She held a round silk fan, which featured a delicate, self-painted embroidery.
"Madam Thorne liked to eat this kind of big fish?"
Shirley Thorne asked curiously. 'She must have liked it,' she thought. 'Why else would she paint it?'
Ethan Grant nodded, his gaze tinged with nostalgia. "Yes, my grandmother did."
"No wonder it's so delicious!"
Shirley Thorne's eyes curved into crescents as she smiled. She picked up a piece of fish with her chopsticks and ate it with her white rice, savoring every bite.
As a fellow artist, she viewed her grandmother's taste through a fond, biased lens.
Hearing her say that, Ethan Grant paused for a moment, then chuckled softly and lowered his head to eat.
