Chapter 318
Chapter 318 Episode 039 Student Gathering (5)
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Just when the atmosphere was still awkward, Flossie Wright lifted her eyes, looking at her mother with a nonchalant expression, and suddenly asked, "Is soup being cooked in the kitchen?"
In her troubled state of mind, Flossie’s mother realized that the smell of something burning was coming from the kitchen. Immediately, she jumped up from the sofa, exclaiming, "Oh no, my soup..."
Muttering unexpected remarks, Flossie’s mother was in such a rush to get to the kitchen, she completely forgot to maintain her elegant and friendly image. To Flossie, however, her mother’s panic gave her an aura of real life.
A faint smile crossed Flossie’s face as she put down the melon seeds in her hand and stood up from the sofa.
In her memory, her mother was a good cook who always needed a helping hand in the kitchen, which was probably why it always ended up in a mess.
"Flossie, don’t come in just yet, I’m going to make another batch of soup."
Inside the kitchen, Flossie’s mother was in a frenzy. In her hurry to lift the pot lid, she burned her hand. She quickly looked around for something thick to use as a potholder, but she was not familiar with where things were.
More importantly ——
Her daughter was watching, she would be so embarrassed if she didn’t handle things calmly and orderly!
Just as she was stumbling around in a panic, a hand reached forward, grabbed the knob on the stove, and gently turned it off, instantly diffusing the crisis.
Flossie’s mother breathed a sigh of relief, but when she turned her head, she was startled by the sight of her daughter’s face, her heart seemed to stop for a moment before she recovered.
By this time, Flossie had grabbed her hand and placed it under the faucet. She turned the tap on and cool water began to pour down, soothing the painful burn on her fingers.
Flossie’s mother looked at her daughter standing beside her. Her features were still the same as in her memory, her brows slightly furrowed as she handled everything calmly, providing an exceptional sense of security. Flossie’s mother felt a momentary sense of disorientation as it seemed her daughter had truly grown up.
The guilt in her eyes resurfaced, Flossie’s mother, now feeling the burn on her hand easing, couldn’t help saying to Flossie, "Flossie, you go out and rest. Let me handle the kitchen."
Turning off the faucet, Flossie glanced at the washed vegetables and meat, "I’ll chop the vegetables."
Flossie’s mother stared at her daughter in disbelief, her daughter, who had been raised in comfort and had never set foot in the kitchen in over twenty years, was going to... chop vegetables?
Though Flossie’s mother knew her own skills in chopping vegetables weren’t great, she assumed Flossie had inherited this deficiency. As her mother, Flossie’s mother didn’t have much belief in her daughter’s culinary prowess.
Seeing her mother’s expression, Flossie knew what she was thinking. She picked up the basket of vegetables, took a chefs’s knife in her hand, and explained plainly, "I’m in cooking class now."
As she finished speaking, she took the knife.
With a rhythmical slashing sound filling the kitchen, potatoes were rapidly sliced by her. She cut them so uniformly thin it seemed as if a machine had done it. Flossie’s mother could hardly believe her eyes; she found this transformation astonishing.
Gazing at Flossie, who had somehow grown even taller than herself, she saw her edges had softened and any trace of stubbornness was replaced by an unexpected calm. It seemed her whole demeanor had matured considerably.
— End of Chapter 318 —