The next morning, when Du Xiaoxian woke up, Gu Nianbin was no longer in bed. She rubbed her eyes and went outside to look for him. The living room was very quiet, but there was a sound from the kitchen. Du Xiaoxian walked over quietly and saw he wore an apron and was frying eggs. The oil in the pan was sizzling. He tossed the pan upward gently with his hand still grabbing on the handle. The round poached egg rotated 180 degrees in the air with a perfect arc before landing right back in the ...