His heart ached as he staggered into the kitchen in his slippers. He wanted to cook but didn't want to do it.
He took out the eggs and vegetables, stood there for a while, and put them back. Then, he went back to his room to change his clothes and went out fully armed.
It was very cold outside. He wrapped his face with a scarf, and the cold wind blew from the top of his head, spinning, as if someone was hitting him with a scale.
He was afraid that no one would collect his body if he fell on the road, so he went to the hospital.
The doctor gave him two bottles of water. After taking the medicine, he finally felt much better when he left the hospital.
However, he hadn't eaten yet, so he found a Chinese restaurant nearby.
He walked into the Chinese restaurant and sat down. A young girl came over with a small notebook.
He looked at the names on the menu and took some time to think about what the dishes would look like.
