"Dad, what do you think Heath will make us?" May sat in her chair a little nervously. In front of her was a bowl of mung bean soup that Heath had just ladled out for her and Norman. The bowl felt pleasantly cool to the touch, and after one sip, May could not help narrowing her eyes. The mung bean soup tasted truly wonderful; she could not find a single fault with it. Although it was not very sweet, drinking it seemed to banish all the sweltering heat she had just endured outside. May could not resist taking another sip, cradling the bowl contentedly. Now she looked forward even more to the food they would get to eat shortly.
"I don't know. Mr. Heath didn't say what he was making today. He just asked us to wait a little." Norman glanced at his daughter. Although she was still young, why did he somehow feel like a jealous father? His daughter thought far too highly of Heath, did she not? So highly that it was almost a little abnormal. Norman knew, of course, that his daughter certainly did not have those sorts of feelings for Heath. After all, May was still young. Still, this sense of idol worship did not sit very well with him either. He pursed his lips. Why did it feel as though his darling little girl was about to become someone else's?
May nodded. Heath really had not said what he would make, but as she watched him busy at work in the kitchen, a trace of curiosity entered her eyes.
When had it started? May herself could no longer remember, but she remembered that whenever her father Norman came home, her mother would prepare a whole table of delicious food. Then the family would sit there