Amelia picked up a strand of noodles and put it in her mouth, guessing she really must be coming down with a cold, as even chewing on a noodle made her cheeks sore.
Actually, she didn't have much of an appetite. She picked up a spoon and sipped the hot broth several times, then suddenly remembered that he had only eaten three small bowls of tofu soup at noon.
They were called bowls, but they were really about the size of a one-ounce wine glass, and an uncouth person could gulp down a bowl in one mouthful.
And in the evening, he had been coaxing her to eat, so he definitely hadn't eaten anything by now.
Right, he also said he got into a fight in the afternoon, but she didn't know whether it was true or not.
However, when he was holding her hand to cross the street, she indeed noticed that the knuckles of his fingers looked like they were scraped.
