Chapter 10

After Mrs. Johnson left, Mia sat at the dining table, holding the bowl of meatball soup for a long time without touching it.

Mia liked spicy and strong flavors, which had always been bad for her stomach, often causing her stomach pain. But she extremely liked Mrs. Johnson's meatball soup.

The meatball soup was light and clear, with some winter melon and hand-made meatballs. Some scallions floated on the surface, but the flavor was rich. Mrs. Johnson said this was because she simmered it on low heat to bring out all the savory flavors of the meat.

To help Mia eat less spicy food and take care of her stomach, when I was alive, I often asked Mrs. Johnson for advice and learned to make meatball soup. I would simmer the meatball soup on low heat for 3 hours, add some winter melon cooked until soft, carefully remove the layer of oil on top of the soup, sprinkle some scallions, and time it perfectly so it would be ready just as Mia came home from work. She could always eat three bowls each time.

Thinking of my foolishness in the past, I now feel it wasn't worth it at all. Love should be given to those who deserve to be loved. For those who don't love you, no matter how much you do, it's not worth mentioning in their eyes.

As Mia was drinking the soup, she suddenly received a phone call,

"Is this Ms. Thompson? This is the insurance company. Our big data has observed that your husband Mr. Wilson's ID has been cancelled, so we're calling to inform you.

The various expenses for Mr. Wilson's hospital treatment that exceed the deductible can now be claimed. You'll need to bring his death certificate, all treatment examination records and invoices..."

Mia was stunned. The phone in her hand had unknowingly fallen to the ground, and she couldn't hear clearly what was still being said on the other end.