"You know, Aisha, there was a time when I so longed to eat food from your hands that I was even willing to give all my money. With my mouth filled with food, I'd compliment you, Aisha, but because of the way you eat food, like a hungry ghost, you look anything but lovable.
"At least I had something that could make you remember me. Otherwise, a side character like myself is easily forgotten by a busy person like you, it is a great troll on your fragile mind to have an impression on so many people, right?" Aisha heartlessly responded with a cold indifference, her expression unchanged as she ate breakfast.
Sensing tension and a strong smell of gunpowder in the air, Ayri and Amy exchanged a knowing glance. They silently gathered their plates and left the kitchen. It's better not to poke their heads into the husband and wives personal matters; it's very easy to get dragged into muddy water.
