"How is it? Does it hurt?"
He checked carefully, but it was red.
"I'm fine."
" Yes," she replied softly, staring at him in a daze. He was wearing a black shirt and black trousers. He looked so cold and handsome, but all the concern was reflected in his eyes.
"If there's nothing else, then sit properly. I'll take this side. Everything is ready. We're just waiting for you to wake up and eat."
He pushed her out of the dining room and sat her down.
"Oh!"
She watched as he served the dishes one by one. Finally, he served the soup and even scooped a bowl of soup for her.
"Eat first, then drink the soup. I've removed all the fat from the beef. The soup wasn't too greasy, so it should be cooled before drinking. It was still hot…I've tasted it before. It tastes pretty good."
The smell of hospitality dispersed, and the smell of home returned.
"Yes, your cooking has always been delicious."