A Strange Noise Came from the Kitchen

1. I was standing at my front door with my suitcase again. Before I even put the key in the lock, I was already sighing to myself. The kitchen must have run into trouble again. It happened every time I came back from a business trip. Sure enough, as soon as I opened the door, my wife, Lin Wei, came to greet me in her floral apron, smiling broadly. But there was something strained about that smile. "You're home, honey! Are you tired?" She took my bag, avoiding my eyes and not daring to look straight at me. I gave a vague answer. Without even changing my shoes, I headed straight for the kitchen. Lin Wei called out behind me, trying to stop me, but she was too late. "Um... honey..."