“That’s only because when you were little, we were poor and you didn’t eat enough, so you developed that allergy. If you eat more now, you’ll be fine. Mom is only doing this for your good.”
Hearing this, Dad’s anger flared even more.
“Your mom got up so early to make this soup for you, and you’re still being picky? Drink it quickly, don’t be ungrateful!”
Seeing the stern displeasure in Dad’s eyes, I knew arguing further was useless.
“Mom, thank you. It’s my fault.”
Only then did Mom break into a smile through her tears.
“Ah, that’s my good daughter. Quickly drink the soup, it won’t taste good once it cools.”
I carried the soup into my room, and after closing the door, I quietly opened the window and poured it into a bowl on the windowsill, luring in a stray cat outside.
The stray must have been starving; before long, it had lapped up the soup completely.
A few days later, the project was successfully completed. Thanks to my outstanding performance, I smoothly obtained the recommendation letter from the company.
That afternoon, I hurriedly finished the online interview. The entire session went smoothly, and I felt confident in my performance, only waiting for the final good news.