"Let's go out to eat." Wyatt Winslow paused for a moment, then added, "Let's have hot pot."
"Dad, you can't eat spicy food."
"We'll get a split pot."
At that, Holly no longer refused. The two of them went out to eat.
At ten o'clock, the hot pot restaurant was empty. The owner even personally prepared the soup base for their table.
Wyatt Winslow rarely served food to others, but he picked up some of Holly's favorite dishes with his chopsticks and placed them in her bowl—a clumsy way of showing he cared. "Eat up."
"You eat more too, Dad. You've gotten thinner." Smiling, Holly returned the favor, placing a piece of food in his bowl.
...
By the time Wyatt Winslow had fully recovered, it was already Wednesday when Holly returned to school. She took out the snacks her father had bought and shared them with her dorm mates, then she suddenly noticed some money tucked at the very bottom.
