1. My wife's strange hobbies

"She did it again," Henry muttered after seeing his wife just returned from the garden.

It's already the seventh day since his wife looks very busy in the backyard.

"When did you get home?" His wife asked with a gentle smile. Softer than usual.

"Just now. What else did you plant today?" Henry put down his bag and then sat on the sofa.

"Decorative plants. I want to decorate the garden with ornamental plants. That's a good idea, right?"

Henry just smiled. He saw the face of his wife who never showed fatigue in taking care of the house and children.

"Yeah, that's a great idea. Just keep going, you'll be bored if you don't have anything to do after all."

Henry's wife smiled again. She walked to the kitchen and made tea for her husband.

She handed Henry tea.

"I just bought this tea. Maybe it can calm you down."

Henry accepted and thanked her.

"Oh, what about Davina's school? Okay, right?"

Henry's wife was silent. Her hand that was stretched out to the table was stiff and almost trembled when she was about to lift the teacup on the table.

"Yeah, it's good. Of course. You know that our daughter is smart." Henry's wife chuckled.

"That is true."

When Henry entered his room, the smile that had previously appeared on Lisa's face disappeared and was replaced with a sinister look.

**

Twelve at night.

Lisa opened her eyes as if she hadn't slept before. She slowly pulled the blanket off. Then she lowers her both legs to the floor.

She walked towards the bedroom door. After confirming that her husband was asleep, Lisa went to the backyard again.

There is something unfinished there. With all strength and sweat pouring down her forehead, Lisa hoeed the ground and buried the plant she had just bought.

"It should be able to grow well." Lisa wiped her sweat and smirked.

She glanced at the window of her bedroom that looked out of the garden. Then whispered softly as if reading a spell.

The next morning …

Henry wakes up when his daughter, Davina, wakes him.

"Dad, make me breakfast. I must leave immediately. The pick-up bus arrived earlier today."

Henry opened his still sticky eyes. He glanced at the clock. It was still half past six in the morning.

"Okay." After yawning, Henry sat on the edge of the bed. He saw Lisa, who was still sleeping soundly.

"What time does she sleep? Didn't she sleep first last night?" Henry muttered.

"Dad, come on. Do not be long!" said Davina, who was already standing in the doorway of the room.

There was no time for Henry to think about it. Finally, he made a simple breakfast for his daughter.

Davina is a simple child. If her mother had not woken up, she would force her father to make her breakfast. And if her mother was awake, she would still ask her father to cook breakfast. Because according to Davina, her mother's cooking recently tasted strange on her tongue.

"Why didn't you wake up your mommy? Even though mommy usually makes breakfast for you." Henry asked as he was cracking eggs on Teflon.

Davina shook her head. The ten-year-old girl sneered. "Mommy's cooking hasn't been good lately. Do you know why?"

Henry turned to his daughter, who was waiting at the dining table.

"No, I think it's just your feelings."

Henry then remembered the last time he ate with Davina.

About two days ago. His wife cooked steak for him and Davina. However, he did not feel that his wife's cooking was not good. Instead, he felt the meat cooked by his wife tasted very unique.

"Daddy, you're weird. Or because you love mommy so much that all her dishes taste good?"

Henry laughed softly, not wanting to wake his wife.

Scrambled eggs on Teflon were cooked and he placed them on Davina's plate.

"Eat a lot, Princess. Daddy's going to take a shower for a while."

Davina nodded while stuffing rice into her mouth. She saw the shadow of her father enter the room, then immediately headed to the bathroom.

However, her father suddenly stopped and noticed something in front of the door that led to the garden behind the house.

Her father's brow wrinkled and then scratched his head which didn't itch.

"What's the matter, Dad?" Davina asked.

Henry turned and shook his head. "It is nothing."

Henry went into the bathroom. However, he couldn't stop thinking at this time.

Why is there a trace of land there? Did Lisa go to the garden last night? Why has she been so obsessed with ornamental plants and gardens lately?

However, after much thought, Henry decided to ignore it.

"Maybe she really wants to garden," Henry muttered.

When he had finished his bath, he saw Davina was not at the dining table. Davina's seat was replaced by Lisa who was daydreaming in front of the dining table.

"Davina has left?" asked Henry.

"Hmm, right. She just got on the pick-up bus. I'll pick her up this afternoon."

"You guys have an event, huh?" Henry asked, toweling his wet hair.

"There is a meeting with the parents of students. I have to come, right?" Lisa turned to Henry. "By the way, have you served breakfast to Davina?"

Henry nodded.

"With what?"

"Egg. I can only cook eggs for Davina."

Lisa had a dissatisfied look on her face.

"Why? Is it wrong?" Henry suddenly felt guilty.

"You should finish the meat in the refrigerator first. It will be a waste if it is not used up soon."

"Oh, I'm sorry. You can make it for me. Davina said she doesn't like meat."

"Oh, really?" Lisa's voice was low. She pushed her chair back. Then she moved toward the refrigerator.

"You get ready, I'll make you breakfast."

Henry nodded without saying anything. He entered the room and then changed his towel with his shirt.

There was a punch loud sound from the kitchen. What else does Lisa want to cook this time?

It might sound insolent, but if Lisa made him another steak, maybe he'd be bored too.

However, when Henry came out, he inhaled the smell of the meatball wafting into his nostrils. The gravy is still hot steaming over the pot.

"Maybe a little longer because I will make meatballs for your breakfast. Is it okay?"

Henry nodded with satisfaction. As if his wife knew what he was thinking.

With a feeling of impatience, Henry watched his wife painstaking put the meat that had become small balls into the pot.

"This meat will definitely taste good. You have to spend it," said Lisa.

Even though she had her back on Henry, he could see that his wife was smiling.