Early in the morning, Carlos dragged his exhausted body back to the villa. As he entered, he saw Emily Parker sitting at the dining table.
He then remembered, he got married yesterday.
A hint of awkwardness flashed across his eyes; it was the first day of their marriage, and he had left for another woman. Emily must be angry, and he wasn't good at appeasing women. He was thinking about how to start the conversation.
"Have you eaten? Shall we eat together?"
Emily held a golden, deep-fried dough stick in her hand, taking a bite with a crisp crunch.
Her way of eating didn't follow any dining etiquette, yet it somehow made one's appetite surge.
Carlos saw several plates on the table, including Chinese-style dough sticks and soy milk along with millet porridge, and Western-style beef sandwiches, vegetable salad, and coffee. There weren't many varieties, but each one looked delicious.
