Aland glanced at Jonea from his seat.
The girl barely touched her food at all. She was even more silent and just holding the spoon and fork tightly.
"Why?" Aland asked. "You don't like the food? My cooking isn't good, is it?"
Jonea was surprised and immediately dismissed her reverie. She forgot to taste her food because she was too frightened by the words Aland whispered.
The girl then cut the steak Aland was cooking but had difficulty because her hands were shaking too much.
Aland smiled and patiently took Jonea's plate. He helped cut the steak into smaller pieces so it would be easy for Jonea to eat.
"Thank you," Jonea whispered softly. That was all he could say.
Aland took a piece of steak and shoved it into Jonea's mouth. The girl was again surprised. She didn't expect Aland to
