Just when the atmosphere was still awkward, Flossie Wright lifted her eyes, looking at her mother with a nonchalant expression, and suddenly asked, "Is soup being cooked in the kitchen?"
Um...
In her troubled state of mind, Flossie's mother realized that the smell of something burning was coming from the kitchen. Immediately, she jumped up from the sofa, exclaiming, "Oh no, my soup..."
Muttering unexpected remarks, Flossie's mother was in such a rush to get to the kitchen, she completely forgot to maintain her elegant and friendly image. To Flossie, however, her mother's panic gave her an aura of real life.
A faint smile crossed Flossie's face as she put down the melon seeds in her hand and stood up from the sofa.
In her memory, her mother was a good cook who always needed a helping hand in the kitchen, which was probably why it always ended up in a mess.
"Flossie, don't come in just yet, I'm going to make another batch of soup."
