"Your injured finger makes it difficult to pick up food with chopsticks. Use a spoon."
Melody: "...It's just a minor cut..."
"A minor cut is still an injury." Samuel took the chopsticks from her hand and stuffed a spoon into it. "Be good, use this."
Being pampered like a child at such an age, Melody couldn't help but blush, especially when she saw the teasing looks from her elder daughter-in-law and younger son. She wished she could find a corner to hide in.
Afraid Samuel might say something else to make her laugh, Melody finished the meal using the spoon.
That night, lying in bed, Melody recalled what her younger son had said before he left, "Dad never treated you as well as Uncle Clark does. I think you should just be with Uncle Clark. Uncle Clark is more than ten years younger than you, so you wouldn't be at a loss."
