"How is it madam? Do you like it?" asked Michelle curiously.
"I really like it, it's really delicious. I didn't even think it would be so delicious and I've never tried it." muttered Amora who returned to eating her food.
"Madam, may I ask you something?" she asked quietly.
"Of course, what do you want to ask?" Amora exclaimed enthusiastically while eating her food.
"If I may know what is the reason you have to come here? Why are you willing to go all the way just to eat my food?"
Amora stopped her activities, she grabbed a glass filled with mineral water. Only then did he wipe his lips with a tissue.
"To me, your cooking is like medicine to me. You can believe it or not, I'm in a bad mood. I haven't seen my husband in a few weeks, and last night he came home. I gladly welcomed him, but instead he gave me divorce papers." Amora muttered quietly, not long after her tears rolled down her cheeks.
