I nodded. "Salt City is warmer than Whaldorf City. Don’t worry, I won’t freeze to death."
Many young women in Salt City were wearing skirts this month, so how could I possibly freeze?
He did not listen to a word I said and insisted. "You have to put on more layers. If you don't listen to me, I'll go to Salt City and do it for you myself. Also, remember to give me a call when you get home at night."
He was being too naggy and I dared not go against him anymore, so I quickly agreed and agreed.
As expected, the trivial things in daily life were common happenings when two people were together for a very long time. This was probably what life itself looked like.
After hanging up the phone, I hugged Munchkin to sleep.
When we woke up, Munchkin went to the yard to play while I sat on the living room sofa to read.
When it was dinner time, Miss Woods came to me and said, "Wandy, Keith called and said that he's on the way. I've made dinner. Come and have some."
I nodded and got up, bringing Munchkin to the dining
room.
After taking my seat at the table, Munchkin looked at me and teased me with a grin, saying, "You're a kid, Mommy. You need others to urge you to eat.”
I grabbed a bunch of vegetables that he did not like and put it on his plate, saying grumpily, "You’re the one who's a kid. Hurry up and eat your food."
Miss Woods served chicken stew and put it in front of me. She looked at me and said, "Mr. Grant instructed m e to make this for you this morning. He said you have t o finish all of it."
I looked at the pot of stew and felt my head hurt. "You made too much, Miss Woods. I can't finish that much."
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