At 2 a.m., I was hungry.

I fumbled downstairs in the dark and bumped into Lorelai, who was also hungry.

"Stir-fried pork with chili?"

"Sure."

I thought I could handle it, but there’s a big difference between ideals and naive dreams. I have no idea how to make stir-fried pork with chili.

Lorelai's expression grew serious.

A long flame shot up from the pan, and someone swiftly stepped forward to cover it with the ...