Joanna made her way to the kitchen and started cooking dinner.
Though it had been so many years, it was strange that she didn't feel the least awkward to be back in this kitchen. She felt as if she had returned to her own territory.
No matter how strong she presented herself, she still subconsciously enjoyed life as a little woman who cooked for her loved ones.
She quickly served a feast on the table like how it was in the past. The aroma of the food spread in the house.
What was different was that the usually deserted table became very lively, and people were already seated and could not wait to dig in.
"Wow, it smells so good! Mommy, the lemon chicken feet look very tasty, and it's making my mouth water…"
Abby missed Joanna's lemon chicken feet very much. She could eat a dozen every time Joanna made them.
