Mrs Mo glared at both her sons and stomped her feet to the floor. Mr Mo didnt know what to do so he just stood beside her looking like he was about to go into panick mode. Mrs Mk then washed her hands, dried them and walked forward. She took Folawed wrist and walked to the door.
"Since you two so want boiled beef, finish the cooking. We will go and sit like queens and wait for the meal." she was about to drag Folawe away when Ambrose grabs her hand. "What?"
"Why are you taking her away?" he didnt look uncomfortable with her going with his mother. It was like he wanted to keep her where he could easily see her.
"We are going to gist and badmouth the male specie. Leave her alone."
Folawe chuckled and slowly removed her hand from his grip. She gave him an adoring look with a wink while Jason stood in the kitchen sulking. he still couldn't believe that his mother was being petty over something like this.
