You Should Work Hard

At the Grand Apartment.

Ernest felt bad because of the death of Lucas. He asked for a leave and went back home numbly.

As soon as he entered the door, he smelled the delicious food.

Rafael was cooking in the kitchen. She saw Ernest and said, "Ernest, come on, wash your hands first. A delicious dinner is ready."

Ernest looked at the dining table. The hot food looked yummy in the getting cold weather.

Although he had no appetite at all, he still washed his hands and sat at the table.

Rafael put the soup on the table. "It's cold outside, right? Drink some hot soup first."

She handed a bowl of soup over to Ernest.

Then, she served Ernest the dishes. Before Ernest started to eat, his bowl was full of different dishes.

"Mom, stop."

"What's wrong? Don't you like them?" Rafael became nervous.

Ernest pointed at his bowl.

Rafael looked down and smiled, "Okay, eat quickly. I'll serve you more when you finish it."

"No, I can help myself."