A smirk appeared at the corner of her mouth. The woman at the door was in a tough spot. She hesitated for a moment, then finally, she could only pat her daughter's head and gently instruct her to behave, before bidding her farewell and leaving with a throttled sense of frustration.
However, even after giving up Glenn Hutchinson and leaving, things did not go as smoothly as she had imagined.
Glancing at the retreating figure, Glenn Hutchinson released Flossie Wright, then calmly instructed his son, "Take your sister to grandma's next door."
"Ok!" He nodded without hesitation. Little Hutchinson shook his head, and as though he'd remembered something, blinked his big, shiny eyes. He lifted the thermos in his hand and hesitantly asked, "And this?"
The soup that the aunt upstairs brewed was always delicious. Because the aunt came over often, Little Hutchinson had tasted it a few times, so now he was somewhat reluctant to part with the thermos.
It really was delicious...
