Kiara saw someone coming from afar and didn't stop what she was doing; she had to appear helpful if she was to help at all.
"Tonight we probably won't have to go on gnawing on plain steamed buns without any dishes; I saw the Cooking Squad hauled a pig over and they were about to butcher it. I bet by the time the fire is out tonight, they will replenish everyone's strength—maybe they'll even make Braised Pork—God! What have you done!" Patrick turned around, and the sight of Kiara's actions made his hair stand on end.
He quickly pushed Kiara aside.
Kiara, holding a bag of flour, looked innocent.
"I'm just pouring the flour."
"Sister! You poured a whole bag of alkaline flour, and oh my, you even mixed it with half of the regular flour! You were mixing it for so long!"
If Patrick hadn't noticed it, everyone might not have had Braised Pork tonight, and they probably wouldn't even have steamed buns to eat; that stuff turned into buns would have knocked everyone out.
