"Aunt Li, you must have loved your husband a lot, otherwise, you wouldn't have spent so much effort creating these dishes," Xuexue said, sitting at the edge of the table with a pair of chopsticks in her hand, speaking enviously.
"Yes, indeed! Unfortunately, that cursed ghost died young, didn't enjoy life for more than a few years, then heartlessly left me alone as a widow," Aunt Li said, becoming sorrowful as she spoke, her eyes reddening.
It must be so, if Aunt Li hadn't deeply loved her husband, she wouldn't have changed so much after his death, sealing herself off in this mansion, no longer socializing, spending her late years in solitude.
"Aunt, don't be sad, Xuexue will come to see you often from now on."
Aunt Li's loneliness and helplessness touched Xuexue, who set down her chopsticks, stood up, and patted her back to comfort her.
