The two talked in the study for quite a while.
By the time they returned to the living room, it was already noon and Norman Swift's stern expression had completely dissolved into a look of full warmth and kindness.
Hazel Brown had cleaned up the table and was placing dishes on the electric stove when she saw the old man's cheerful face, she teased with a smile.
"Indeed, Carol has a way, hasn't she? Look, that stiff face has relaxed, right?"
"Carol, you have no idea, this old man frowns all day long, scaring the children in the neighborhood to tears. When their parents came to our door, it was me who had to apologize to resolve the matter."
Having his embarrassing moment brought up, Norman Swift gave Hazel Brown a leisurely glance but didn't bother to argue with his wife, as he was in a good mood and went to open a bottle of orange juice.
Caroline stood up, taking bowls and chopsticks to serve food for her teacher and Master's wife.
Sitting at the table.
