"What soup is it today?"
Matilda Murphy lay on the hospital bed, expressionlessly staring at the ceiling.
"It's yam stewed with black chicken today." Chloe Bennet was preparing it in the small kitchen nearby.
"Hmm." Matilda gave a slight nod. "Why don't you stew the soap in it too?"
Chloe Bennet in the kitchen exploded upon hearing this.
"You should be grateful someone's even making soup for you, yet here you are being picky. If you're so capable, go back to being your single self... Ouch!"
A thud was heard, followed by the sound of a bowl shattering and soup spilling onto the floor.
Matilda Murphy...
"...Lose your temper now, since there's no more soap soup," she rolled over.
There was still no sound from the kitchen.
A sense of eeriness suddenly washed over Matilda.
He immediately asked, "You didn't get scalded, did you?"
A sobbing sound came from the kitchen after a long silence.
"Where did you burn yourself?" Matilda's heart suddenly clenched with worry.
