Chapter 8
Before long, Arthur returned carrying a bowl
of noodles. He set it down in front of me, his face devoid of expression.
I leaned in to take a look; it was just noodles and water, hardly appetizing.
“It looks so unappetizing…” I murmured.
Arthur frowned.
I quickly grabbed a pair of chopsticks and took a bite. The next moment, I spat it out.
“It’s raw…” I grimaced, “and there’s no salt…”
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He hadn’t cooked for years. Arthur said nothing, picking up the bowl and heading
outside.
The sounds of clattering pots and pans filled the kitchen.
Ten minutes later, he returned with a bowl of
what looked more like porridge than noodles. I glanced at the bowl, then at him. He seemed embarrassed, lifting the bowl and starting to leave again.
“I’ll remake it.”
“Um…” I called softly.
He frowned, clearly irritated. “What?”
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“Could you add a fried egg?”
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Arthur’s hands were burned with several
blisters as he set the bowl down in front
of me with a stern face. I didn’t dare look
at him, slowly tasting the food. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him clutching his shirt tightly under the table.
After watching me chew for a while, he couldn’t help but ask, “How does it taste…”
I couldn’t hold back and spat it all out.
“It’s so salty…”
His face darkened to the color of a pot
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bottom. His fists clenched and then relaxed. After a while, he stood up again and walked back to the kitchen.
This time, it was a while before he returned with the noodles. His mouth was slightly upturned, looking confident. His tone was lighter, as if he was sure of himself.
“This should be right now. You…”
Seeing that I had already fallen into a deep sleep, his words trailed off. He tried several times to wake me, but eventually gave up.
Frustrated, he paced back and forth, muttering through clenched teeth, “Carina, so what if you forget? I will make you experience everything again, bit by bit…”
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“What did you say?” I rubbed my eyes, “I couldn’t hear you.”
“Nothing.” He was startled, turning to leave.
“Then I’ll keep sleeping…” I hugged my pillow, “Please don’t go. I’m scared alone.”
He hesitated for a long time, finally bringing a chair to sit by the bed, quietly eating the noodles.
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