I went off in search of plates during his description of the very tasty shredded snake meat soup he’d had on his last trip to Shanghai, pausing at the door to tell him no, I didn’t think we should lobby to get it included on the menu at King Yuan. I returned to find my husband and my uncle sitting in front of the fire, drinks in hand, chatting amiably. It was a tableau that never failed to amaze. I’d been completely prepared for these men to hate each other on sight when I’d brought Jack home after our wedding. The fact that they got along—even seemed to understand each other on some level—was a little unsettling. It implied I didn’t know one of them as well as I thought I did. “Tell me we’re not still talking about snake soup.” I set the stack of dishes, napkins, and serving spoons on the low table between them, nudging aside the steaming cartons of food they’d taken out of the bags. “No.” Jack handed me a mai tai—complete with little paper umbrella.
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