Ferlin stood behind his wife and smiled gently as he watched her pick out pieces of meat from a stall.
There would always come a certain time when the look in Irene's eyes became extra serious.
"Actually... every piece of meat is priced according to its weight, so you don't have to spend so much time choosing."
"That won't do!" she said in firm rejection. "Although I know that you like lean meat, without the fat, the dish won't have any flavor. A layer of fatty meat for every layer of lean meat will make the best ribs, and is also ideal for slicing and frying. I have to choose carefully."
Ferlin laughed uncontrollably. "Fine, you take your time. I'll go and buy a sack of wheat. The queue is quite long, so when you're done, come and find me.
"Okay," Irene replied without turning her head.
He shook his head helplessly and advanced towards the wheat stall in the Convenience Market.
