"Oh dear, this chicken is very tasty. I thought Alex is the best cook here. But you are much better than him. Your mother taught it?" asked Sharron enjoying the food.
"Mother. We don't have a mother." She said tilting her head. Her face was blank.
"oh, I didn't know. I am sorry honey. But why did you say we? Are you many?" she asked rubbing her hands with a kind smile.
The girl blinked and nodded. "many" she replied looking at her hands. She was confused. her skin can not feel the temperature. Warm or cold everything is the same as her skin is made up of the blood of devil and fire of hell.
But this woman's touch is making her warm in a good way. She is feeling strange sensations in her body.
She wanted to take her hands back but at the same time, she wanted her to continue rubbing her hands.
"so who taught you cooking, what else can you cook?" he asked intrigued. 'maybe I can learn one or two more new things from her.'
