It's been three years since my wife died and I've reached the point where I can no longer grieve for her.
Until today I made delicious salt-baked chicken and fresh shrimps.
Halfway through the meal, I couldn't help but lose control of my emotions and couldn't stop crying. I really want to share the dish in front of her with her.
If she were here, she would definitely like the taste!
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