That evening, a strange scene unfolded in the Johnson family kitchen.
The Johnson family's young master, who had never dirtied his hands with household work, was cooking in the kitchen, dressed in a suit and tie, adorned with a cartoon apron.
The cook, beside him, was flustered and said, "Young Master, this is sugar, not salt—ah, wrong again!"
In front of them was a pot of chicken soup, which could no longer be called chicken soup. Not only had Samuel turned it into a mere skeleton of bones by stirring, but he had also added an excess of sugar and, by accident, a few spoonfuls of vinegar, filling the air with a strange blend of vinegar and sweetness.
