Walter Hansen put down his wine glass, and the chill on Faye Townsend's face transformed into a warm smile.
She raised her brows slightly: "Walter, this is your favorite fried belt fish. Give it a try."
Walter Hansen looked at the fried belt fish but did not pick up his chopsticks.
Faye Townsend felt puzzled and asked, "What's wrong? Did I remember incorrectly?
That shouldn't be the case, I remember one year on your birthday, my dad specifically instructed the family chef to make your favorite dishes.
He said your favorite was fried belt fish."
Walter Hansen smiled bitterly and nodded: "Yes, it indeed used to be my favorite.
It's just that no one has said this to me in so many years."
Faye Townsend smiled: "That's because others don't understand you.
By the way, Walter, my last visit was so rushed, I didn't get the chance to ask.
Have you gotten married yet?"
"Not yet," Walter Hansen said as he picked up a piece of the fish and shook his head.
