She knead the bread on the counter as she hummed herself a tune. She had a sweet smile on her face, obviously enjoying her own time in the kitchen.
As she was kneading the bread on the counter, on the stove near her, was a pan with hotdogs in slow fry. As she knew that it's time to stir so the other side would be cooked, she was finished kneading the bread and then covered it with a cloth to let it rest.
She got a spatula on the side then started flipping the hotdog on its other side. There was a soft sizzle heard and as if satisfied with what she is doing when she is just frying some hotdogs, she looked at it proudly.
Soon after, came a man who seemed as young as the woman. He looked at her endearingly as he leaned on the door-frame, watching her cook what seemed to be a snack that they would be having later this afternoon.
