Spending Time With Hilda

"She is not my daughter, but I have considered her like my own daughter," Hilda replied.

"Oh… I see," Rosie replied while holding her chin.

"I want to go around having a look, alright?!" Rosie said then went into the kitchen. 

Whoa! Seeing the various kinds of food being cooked, Rosie's eyes widened! Her mouth started to drool, wanting to taste all the food lined up on the table, ready to be served by the waiter. 

The smoke rising above the stove and several sounds of cooking utensils made the kitchen sound very lively. Rosie's eyes turned to a fat man cooking fried rice in a frying pan on a large stove. Her eyes blinked a few times. She was tempted by the shimmering color of the rice the man was preparing.

Then, Rosie's gaze moved on to a variety of colorful vegetables. Stir-fried beans and carrots looked very tempting. Aahhhh! Rosie wanted to get back into her body so she could taste all those foods again!