“She makes really good soups too,” said Cordelia.
“You’re too kind, Ms. Cordelia!” Helen placed the pot on the table mat. She was close to Phil. She peeped at him and continued to speak while smiling. “Okay, all of the dishes are served! Oh, right, I see that young people love taking pictures before they eat! That’s a trend, right? Aren’t you going to take pictures, miss?”
“Oh, yes!” Zennie responded immediately. “The food you cooked looks really good, Aunt Helen. Of course we’ll have to take photos!”
“Hey, Phil!” Helen pushed him. “Don’t let her do it on her own. Take photos of her!”
Phil’s expression changed. He snapped his head up.
Helen was scared by the fierceness that flashed through his eyes. She instinctively stepped back.
However, it only lasted for a second.
When she returned to her senses, Phil went back to the young man who always had a smile on his face again.
“I’m sorry, my phone is laggy…”
“Really?” Cordelia smiled. “It didn’t seem laggy when you were taking pictures earlier.”
He fell into silence for a moment and slowly took out his phone.
He looked at Zennie, and she looked rather awkward. “Forget it. Let’s eat!”
Helen walked up. “You guys eat. I’ll take the pictures! I know I’m old, but I know how to take photos too!’
She wanted to grab Phil’s phone but clearly felt he did not want to let go.
He held it tight, and the veins on his hand were bulging.
Helen secretly scoffed. As they entered a stagnant state, she suddenly let go!
He did not expect her to do that—he did not see that coming. His phone dropped into the boiling soup. The spilled soup messed up the table, giving his heart a squeeze.
The atmosphere was awkward. It was unusually quiet.
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