Quarrel

In the kitchen, the food is still warmly stored in the special cabinet.

The dishes are light and all prepared by Mrs. Mei.

Lilia sat at the table and looked at the nutritious soup with no enthusiasm. After taking two sips, she put down the spoon.

Jean always sat opposite her, his deep eyes staring at his wife's movements. "No appetite?"

Lilia nodded sadly then licked the corner of her mouth. "I want to eat something sour."

She didn't know what was wrong with her.

The craving suddenly came.

Perhaps since she felt a little hypocritical, she took the spoon again and took a sip of the soup. "It's okay, I'm just imagining it a little. I'm going to eat a little,"

She forced herself to eat a small bowl of pureed vegetables, plucked some spinach, and chewed slowly.

The man stared at her as she ate.

Under the sun that was gradually descending west, Lilia led her husband into the living room after eating.