Chapter 9 — Bowl of Rice Sees into People's Hearts

“She asked the receptionist how much your salary was, and also asked if you go out to eat with your male colleagues every day.” I stared at the screen, my fingers slowly clenching. At half past six, I left the company on time. This time I didn't go out to eat. I returned directly to the apartment complex. As the elevator went up, I heard my heartbeat extremely steady. As soon as the door opened, there was the sound of sizzling oil in the kitchen. The scent overflowed from the crack in the door. Sweet and sour ribs, stir-fried shrimp with garlic, beef stew with tomatoes and a pot of soup. On the dining table, three sets of bowls and chopsticks are neatly displayed. Luu Que Phan poked his head out of the kitchen, trying to force a smile on his face. "Are you back?" "Mom stir-fried two more dishes today." Tran Hao stood at the dining table, as if he had finally waited for the day I would go down to the water. "Wash your hands and eat." I looked at the table full of hot food and also smiled. "Not eating." Both people's faces darkened at the same time. Luu Que Phan's smile couldn't be held anymore. "What are you doing?" I put down my bag and took the phone out of my pocket. On the screen is a photo taken from a surveillance camera just sent by Tieu Duong. Liu Que Phan was standing at the reception desk of my company, his mouth open, one hand pointing upstairs. I raised my head to look at her. "First explain." "Mom came to my company today, what do you want to inquire about?"