The little boy saw it and asked, “You don’t feed your wife?”
Isabelle responded, “It’s not tasty.”
The little boy said, “It’s clearly very tasty. It’s the tastiest thing I’ve ever eaten. There’s even meat in it. It’s as tasty as chocolate cake.”
He quietly ate the noodle, with his dark eyes stealing glances at Isabelle without blinking.
Isabelle asked, “Why do you keep peeking at me?”
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