"Thud, thud."
Wu Qiangwei thought it was Wu Ming and was going to ask him not to disturb her, but when she opened the door and saw Uncle Hong, she swallowed back the words that had reached her lips.
"Uncle Hong."
Uncle Hong entered the room, placed the food on the table, "Have something to eat."
"Uncle Hong, I'm not hungry."
"You have to eat even if you're not hungry, be good."
Uncle Hong opened the lunch box and took a whiff, "Stinky tofu with pork intestine stew, your childhood favorite."
He opened a bottle of white liquor, "Have some with this old man."
Wu Qiangwei had no choice but to sit down.
Indeed she had no appetite, but as the smell of the food wafted over, her stomach that had been empty all day made its protest known.
Uncle Hong passed her the rice and chopsticks, then served her some spareribs and braised pork.
Wu Qiangwei picked up her chopsticks and began to eat in silence.
