Share a revelation. The relationship between people sometimes requires a little care and observation to discover the truth hidden beneath the surface.
I stayed in a guest house. The business of the inn is very good, and many customers come and go every day. The kitchen is semi-open, and residents can see the chefs busy.
She's not the head chef in the kitchen, she's just helping with chores. While she was working, she secretly wiped her tears, and I felt a little strange in my heart.
One day, I stumbled upon her at the staircase of the guest room, wiping away tears. I crept over and whispered to her what had happened.
I took out a handful of salt from my pocket, quietly stuffed it into her hand, and said to her, "Your face is not very good, take care of your body, don't force it."
From that day on, I used to see her seasoning salt in the kitchen and always smiling and nodding at me.
I secretly congratulated myself on my good deeds, and I was secretly proud of my observational powers.
I decided to find a chance to talk to the chef. A few days later, I bumped into her at the staircase of my guest room. She froze for a moment, then smiled bitterly and told me that she was the boss's wife, but for some reason, the two had been separated for many years.
After listening to her words, I felt a heavy feeling in my heart. There was such a family conflict hidden behind this incident, and I began to feel very touched.
At the same time, there was a small cry from the upper floor of the guest room. I followed the prestige and saw that the couple and their children were getting together, the brother and daughter-in-law still bowing their heads, and the boss was full of displeasure.
The boss frowned, indicating that he didn't want to talk to me, and looked reluctant.
I sat down slowly, trying to lighten the mood. Through a conversation, I learned that the couple had a conflict because of their disagreement about their children's approach to education.
These seemingly small contradictions accumulate over time and inadvertently explode into emotional rifts.
I began to think that conflicts between families are actually everywhere. It is difficult to have a standard answer to the intricacies of emotions, but only understanding and tolerance are the root of the problem.
At this time, I also deeply felt my powerlessness. I may be an outsider, a stranger, and I don't know how to get them to understand and tolerate each other.
The sudden new discovery upset me. I originally thought that the chef's yellow face and thin muscles might be due to hard work, but I didn't expect that there was an unknown entanglement between her and the innkeeper.
A few days later, I happened to hear some conversation between the cook and the innkeeper. They seemed to be plotting something, their voices low as if trying to disguise their intentions.
The innkeeper's wife asked if I could help resolve the dispute, and I was torn over. I didn't know what to do, after all, I was just a passing passenger and got caught up in such a family dispute.
That night, I sat in my room, my mind in turmoil. I'm thinking about how to solve this headache.
It was at this time that I heard the innkeeper and the cook arguing.
Soon, things get even more confusing. That day, I overheard a conversation at the staircase of my guest room, between the innkeeper and an inconspicuous guest.
The owner argues that this is impossible, but the guest insists that he sees everything. I was so impressed by this scene that I began to have doubts about everything that appeared in this family.
I couldn't help but start observing everything in the inn. Is there any connection between the cook and family conflicts? But my choice is silence.
The complexity of this family is beyond what I could have imagined.
Then, one night, an accident made me realize something. I heard the sound of wiping in the kitchen, and I couldn't help but walk in, it turned out that the cook was secretly feeding a stray cat.
Looking at her deep and helpless sadness and longing, I couldn't help but feel pity. But I also know that this is a big deal.
Now, I'm in a dilemma. I was mired in the family's conflicts, and I didn't have much substantial evidence.
And I was just a passer-by in a hurry, but I was accidentally involved in the conflict of this family.
All this development makes me feel that I should not get involved in deeper contradictions. I decided to stay in this inn and quietly observe how things unfold.
I'm just a passerby, and these things have nothing to do with me, and they are also out of respect for other people's lives. May everything be resolved smoothly.