Toast for Breakfast

She was a hardworking housewife.
He, a hardworking and admirable desk person at a local business.
She kept the house clean, prepared lunches for her husband, and made sure dinner was on the table when her husband returned home from a long day of work.
He helped customers at work, made sure his loved ones were happy and supported, and helped her put the dishes away after dinner was over.
But today, today was different...

He returned home, expecting to open the door to a meal so carefully prepared by his loving wife.
However, instead, he opened the door only to find a hudled mass sitting on the floor in front of the sofa.

........ She always sat on the floor when she watched her dramas ........

A visible grin appeared on his face.
"Ha, so cute," he thought.
He walked towards his wife, expecting a startled "Husband! You're home early today!"
Closer and closer, he approached his wife, who still hadn't noticed her husband had already come home.
"Lao Po. Lao Po. Hey, don't you hear me?" he said.
"Ha, she must have the volume turned up too loud. It must be a really good drama this time," he thought.

He crouched down next to his wife and looked at her gentle face.
She had fallen asleep, and her drama was already finished playing.
He stayed still, and allowed himself to watch her sleep for a couple of minutes.
Then, he stood up, walked to their bedroom, threw back the bed cover, then walked back to his sleeping wife.
He lifted her in his strong arms.

Though she was sleeping, a noticeable smile appeared on her face at the recognition of her husband's warm hold.
He carried her to the bed, tucked her in under the covers, and kissed her lips softly.
He whispered softly into his wife's ear, "Lao Po, wo ai ni. Sweet dreams. When you wake up, I will have made supper for you. I hope you will like it."