I smiled bitterly in the air, thinking that it was not that I didn't want to answer, but I simply didn't have the chance to do that.
If I had the chance, I really wanted to answer the call and ask her.
I wanted to ask her what our relationship was.
5
It seemed to be just a small episode.
My wife immediately devoted herself to meticulous care.
When Ray wanted to drink soup, my wife made soup for him in different ways every day.
Looking at my wife learning soup cooking skills little by little and the scars on her fingers caused by cutting ingredients, I felt bitter in my heart as I looked at the scars on my fingers.
When Zoila was sick and had a high fever, she kept mumbling about wanting to drink chestnut chicken leg soup.
When the chef brought the dish, she didn't even pay any attention to it and shouted that she only wanted to have what I made.
As Zoila said something casually, I had to spend the whole afternoon in the kitchen.
I wasted countless ingredients and got numerous wounds on my hands, but finally I made a pot of decent chicken soup.
When I handed it to her, she was delighted.