"Can they put some meat in the congee next time? Is it that hard? I don't like plain porridge."
"You're a patient now; you need to eat lighter things."
"But I lost a lot of blood. I need to replenish my nutrition."
"Alright, I'll have them make meat congee for you tomorrow."
Curly pushed the bowl away, disdainfully saying, "Then I won't eat, I'll wait for the meat congee tomorrow."
"Okay." George indulged her these days, even agreeing to take nude~photos for her, hoping she would be happy and get better soon.
George felt really unlucky—his future wife didn't like him, and now she was sick.
He's someone who sticks to his decisions; once he's determined, he doesn't change. If Curly really dies, he's doomed to be a bachelor.
"I wonder how Little Monster is doing..." Curly still missed her brother.
If she wasn't sick, after dinner, their family would be strolling in the garden, Mama holding her hand, Papa carrying Little Monster.
