Bowl of Meat Stew

When he returned to Aunty Wu's house, the candles had already been put out. Not feeling a need to light them again, Fu Hao Xin just took a moment to let his eyes adjust. Looking around, Fu Hao Xin was surprised to see half a bowl of meat stew on the table. For a moment, he felt delighted and thought Aunty Wu was better than he thought, but a moment later, he realized there was an identical but empty bowl next to the half-eaten bowl and couldn't help but sigh.

Still, food was food, so Fu Hao Xin walked up and quickly polished off the stew, feeling a hearty warmth in his chest from the rich stew, as well as a wet feeling on his cheeks.