Forsythia turned off the laptop and limped into the kitchen with a grin, rubbing her head and helping Gem carry two bags.
After putting everything away for Gem, Forsythia laughed, "Did you empty the entire supermarket?"
"Do you think I could get this codfish soup from the supermarket?"
As Gem spoke, he scooped up some soup and handed it to Forsythia.
She sniffed it and praised, "It smells great."
"Does it feel familiar?"
Forsythia sniffed it again, then chuckled, "It seems like Mother Atkinson's soup!"
Eleanor Spencer Atkinson's excellent soup-making skills were usually reserved for her son. As Forsythia was always sticking to Gem, she'd naturally tasted it a lot. Even if her relationship with Eleanor was not good, she had to admit that she was a very attentive mother. Now, this attentive mother wanted to be an attentive grandmother and decided to dedicate all her cooking skills to her granddaughter?
