Ryan took the things from her hand and headed straight for the kitchen.
He turned on the stove, added water, and worked with practiced ease. Before long, the noodles were cooked. He drained them, carried the bowls to the table, then opened the jar of meat sauce. The rich aroma spread instantly.
Ryan returned to the bedroom and saw his wife still lying there, hugging a pillow like a child guarding a treasure. He shook his head helplessly. "Wife, get up. It's time to eat."
Mary was half-asleep. At his voice, she cracked one eye open. "I almost fell asleep… alright, I'm coming."
"Quickly," Ryan urged gently. "Noodles don't taste good if they sit too long."
Back at the table, he portioned the noodles neatly and spooned the meat sauce on top. He leaned down and took a deep breath, clearly satisfied.
Mary shuffled out slowly, still a little unsteady. "I was completely dazed just now. If you hadn't called me, I might've slept through the night."
