Getting Divorced

"Didn't you say you were hungry?" Qing Chen asked. "Should we talk over dinner?"

"Great!" she said. "But we don't have food right now. I remember I made you watermelon cupcakes back at… my cake shop," she muttered the last word and looked away, embarrassed. 

"It's okay. We can have something delivered. What do you want?"

"I think I'm in need of burgers. Double patties—"

"No pickles, extra cheese, fries, and extra large pineapple juice. I got it," he smiled kindly at her and walked over to the telephone. "You should wash up. Let's meet back here in the kitchen."

After placing the call, Qing Chen had taken a bath, scrubbing every inch of his body. His clothes, he put in a plastic bag. Once he was in a fresh shirt, he went back down. Feng Xuan was already there with the food.

"Do you need help with that?" he asked as she was straining to see her stitches on the outer side of her leg.