Edward Harper furrowed his brow.
"Didn't I say before, call me 'husband,' how come you forgot again, hmm?"
"We're getting divorced, does it really matter what I call you?"
Edward squinted and said, "It matters."
Clara Knox didn't want to argue about such a childish topic anymore.
"Can you ask Aunt Lewis to cook first? I'm hungry now."
Edward finally withdrew his hand and took a step back, and the two of them left the bathroom together.
Aunt Lewis had been waiting outside for a long time; it was time to cook, and she needed to know the young couple's preferences.
Edward's lips had traces of lipstick that he hadn't noticed.
Aunt Lewis gave them a once-over, showing a knowing expression as she asked,
"Mr. and Mrs. Harper, I've cooked fish with pickled cabbage, porridge, and a couple of light dishes. Is there anything else you'd like to eat today?"
Clara didn't say anything, and Edward looked at her and replied to Aunt Lewis,