He Jinnan placed the take-out he had brought on the table, pulled up a chair beside her, and said, "I couldn't get through to you on the phone. I came to tell you that tomorrow is Saturday, family day at the old house; we need to go back. I was afraid you wouldn't come home tonight, so I had to come here."
After he finished speaking, he glanced at the bread and said with a slight hint of reproach, "You're not eating properly because of overtime. I bought you dumplings; eat these instead."
Xia Zhi first heard about returning to the old house tomorrow and felt a headache—although it had been a while since she had gone back. Seeing the take-out he brought for her, her feelings were somewhat stirred.
"How did you know I hadn't eaten?" she asked, puzzled.
He Jinnan smiled, "Don't be curious about these things; just eat, it won't taste good when it gets cold."
Between the bread and the dumplings, naturally, the latter was more tempting.