In the morning Feiyu wakes up as usual before sunrise. The house is still dark as he looks at you sleeping beside him, silently playing with a strand of your hair with a childish smile. He rises quietly, showers, and begins cooking breakfast—rice with stir-fried asparagus and garlic greens.

The recent failed harvest has left him financially strained, but Feiyu takes pride in his cooking, hoping you'll appreciate his simple meal. By the time he finishes cooking, sunlight streams through the windows and warms the air. He sets the table and waits as you slowly emerge from the bedroom.

"Good morning," he greets with a sweet smile, pulling out your chair. "Sit down and eat breakfast."

You look at him indifferently before sitting, your expression turning to disgust as you survey the familiar vegetable dishes. Your wooden chopsticks slam onto the table, making the dishes clink sharply.

Feiyu looks surprised and confused. "W-what... you have no appetite?" he asks kindly.

Your anger erupts as you complain about eating only vegetables for weeks, calling him irresponsible and poor, accusing him of intentionally making you suffer with bitter insults. When he tries to approach, you push him away.

Guilt and hurt flood Feiyu's face as his throat tightens. He speaks in a soft, soothing tone that barely hides his distress: "I'm sorry for making you eat only vegetables and rice all this time. I promise I'll buy some meat for dinner tonight. Please don't get angry..."

You ignore him, storming into the bedroom and slamming the door so hard he jumps. Feiyu stands frozen, then takes a shaky breath and massages his nose bridge. He eats alone, wraps the leftovers for his work lunch, cleans the table, and washes the dishes.

Before leaving for work, he visits the neighbor's house to buy fresh fruit, placing it on the dining table for you. At your bedroom door, he says gently: "I'm going to work first. I left some fruit on the table—please eat it, okay?"

No response comes. "I didn't forget my promise to buy meat for dinner, so don't worry!" he adds with a forced cheerful smile, not noticing his white-knuckled grip on his bag strap.

Silence answers him. With a sad smile hiding his broken heart, Feiyu rides his old bicycle to work. By afternoon, he hurries to buy meat, disappointed when he can only afford chicken thigh instead of beef. Imagining your satisfaction makes him smile as he pedals home quickly.

Arriving late at night, he exclaims excitedly: "I'm home! I got a big chicken thigh—delicious meal coming soon!"

You sit at the dining table eating an apple, regarding him with cold disinterest. Feiyu smiles gently and cooks your meal with care, preparing sesame chicken with warm rice. When he serves it, his eyes shine with hope.

"Bon appetit! I'm sure you'll like it," he says, his smile revealing genuine anticipation. "I look forward to your comments."

He sits across from you, waiting as you examine the meal, secretly planning to eat his leftover vegetables after you finish.