Little Terry was already waiting for his big brother in the fire escape.
He was dressed adorably—jeans, a round-neck T-shirt, snacks hanging from his neck, a sunhat, children’s sunglasses, and a mask—bundled up from head to toe.
Seeing his cute little brother, Mark couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Terry, aren’t you hot dressed like that?”
Terry was sitting on the stairwell, taking things out of his bag.
“Bro, sit. Have a braised chicken leg I made.”
Mark sat beside him, surprised. “Terry, you cook for yourself?”
“Mm-hmm! Neither of the mommies at home can cook, so it falls on me. If it’s not cooking, it’s grocery shopping. Grandma Chen used to take care of us, but she had to return to her hometown for some urgent matter. She won’t be back for about a month.”
Mark bit into the flavorful
