Carlos and Debbie sat at one side of the table, while Megan and Tabitha sat opposite. They clinked


    sses and began to eat.


    The atmosphere was quite good at the very beginning. Debbie raved about the dishes, praising what a


    terrific cook Tabitha was.


    The dinner had a pleasant start, but it wasn’t Long before Megan began to fawn over Carlos.


    “Uncle Carlos, this is popcorn chicken. I helped


    Tabitha cook it. Give it a try, please.”


    “Mmm,” Carlos said, unwilling to say more with a mouthful of food. The look on his face and the sounds


    of chewing were enough to gauge how he felt.


    “Uncle Carlos, taste the soup. I helped Tabitha vor it. Does it taste good?” Megan put a bowl of soup


    on the table, setting it down in front of Carlos.


    She acted as if she were the hostess, and anyone who didn’t know better might believe that Megan


    was Carlos’ wife


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    His face deadpan, Carlos answered “Mmm” again. He was a man of few words, yet those few words


    usually said enough


    Still, Megan continued to pile food onto his te, and soon his ce was inundated with all sorts of


    tasty dishes


    Debbie, on the other hand, grew angry when she saw this. As any woman would be. Tabitha kept


    putting food onto Debbie’s te, ignoring the gal’s rage. Debbie had to take a deep breath to suppress


    her anger, so she wouldn’t snap at the wrong person


    She lowered her head and ate her food quietly. Suddenly, a piece of fish was put onto her te and the


    man finally spoke, his mouth finally forming words that were not just sounds.


    “I boned the fish.”


    Debbie paused for a moment. If Tabitha were not here, she would mock him, “So you finally remember


    your own wife, huh?”


    She put on a fake smile and said icily, “Thank you.”


    Before long, he put a piece of raw lobster onto her te.


    “I remember you Like seafood. Mom made a couple of dishes just for you. Here…”


    Tabitha smiled at Debbie, “This lobster was flown in from Australia earlier today. It was very fresh, so I


    just sliced it. You’ll love it.


    “I really appreciate it, Mom!” Debbie gave Tabitha a sweet smile, and ate the lobster. She always loved


    lobster, ever since she was a Little girl. Even when she was too young to properly shell it, her dad had


    always made sure to give her some. It was a nearly lifelong love affair with the dish. Carlos now paid all


    his attention to his wife. When


    Debbie was about to pick up a piece of Lobster again, he was one step ahead of her and picked it up


    himself.


    Debbie stared at Carlos in confusion. He dipped the lobster into the sauce before putting it onto


    Debbie’s te. Then he picked up another piece of Lobster with shell and began to shell it.


    Debbie’s jaw dropped. She approached Carlos and whispered in his ear,


    “Put it down. Mom and Megan haven’t touched the lobster yet.”


    He answered with a shrug, “They’re not fond of lobster.”


    “Don’t worry about us, Debbie. I’m allergic to it, and Megan hates seafood.” But that didn’t echo her


    thoughts. What Tabitha was really thinking was, ‘My ungrateful son forgot his mother after he got


    married.