The atmosphere suddenly became delicate.
"Stop chatting and get ready to eat." Isaac Shea took the initiative to break the awkwardness, placed the dishes on the table, and then turned back into the kitchen.
During the meal, Isaac Shea spoke little, merely occasionally helping Hannah Johnson with her food and actively serving her soup, naturally providing extra care for Zoe Bell as well.
"Teacher Shea, your cooking is quite delicious."
"If it's delicious, eat more."
Zoe Bell's lips curled into a slight smile, always feeling that she shouldn't be here.
"You brought your luggage, were you planning to stay here?" Isaac Shea brought up Zoe Bell's suitcase.
"No, I was just passing by."
No one would believe Zoe Bell's explanation.
Who, just passing by, would bother to move all their big and small luggage, when they could just leave it in the car.