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After a day's part-time job, the woman would go to the Chinese Supermarket at around 8 or 9 in the evening, pick up some discounted vegetables and meat, and cook delicious food for me in different ways. Porridge was not often cooked, and I would usually eat it when I was sick and had no appetite.

Thinking back to the past, a faint smile appeared on my face unconsciously. I didn't urge Wanda Smith , and she didn't chat with me about any irrelevant topics. The woman concentrated on making porridge, and I concentrated on waiting to eat. For a moment, it seemed that nothing had changed between us.

This time, Wanda Smith took the longest time to cook porridge . I don't know if it was because the fire was too high or the time was too long, but the smell of burning began to spread in the kitchen. Wanda Smith ignored it. Finally, she raised the casserole, brought it all to me without turning off the fire, and served me a full bowl.