Atra Blanc finished cooking and saw the siblings sitting on the couch watching TV, all was calm in that moment, a vision of tranquility.
She was very pleased.
"Dinner's ready, go wash your hands." Atra Blanc told them.
The meal was as splendid as ever. Atra Blanc's cooking skills were comparable to a master chef from a private kitchen.
"Mom, we have a cook at home, you don't have to work so hard every day." Purple Summers said softly, chopsticks in hand.
Although she was craving Atra Blanc's cooking, she didn't want Atra Blanc to always be in the kitchen, leaving her alone to face the 'big bad wolf' with fear and trepidation.
"Mom likes to cook. If you don't let her cook, she will be bored." Alexander Summers took a piece of sweet and sour spare ribs and put it in Purple Summer's bowl, his teasing eyes seemed to see through her thoughts.
Purple looked at the spare ribs in her bowl, and felt that even the best food would lose its taste after being picked by Alexander.