When Bai Xiaosheng entered the kitchen, Mrs. Margery was simmering a pot of thick soup. Dressed in her casual home attire, she held a long wooden ladle with an expression of tranquility and graceful poise.
The entire kitchen was filled with a rich aroma, tantalizing one's taste buds.
At this moment, Mrs. Margery seemed more like a kind mother, an elderly woman with successful children, meticulously preparing a feast for the younger generation.
As Bai Xiaosheng walked in, Mrs. Margery glanced up at him, then smiled and looked back at her pot of soup, saying, "Mr. Bai, you're a guest, how can you come into the kitchen? You should go and rest, have a cup of tea. This last pot of soup will be ready soon."
Bai Xiaosheng laughed and said, "Mrs. Margery, since you've invited me here as a guest, today let's ignore status and roles, and just talk about age. I am the younger generation, how can I sit back and enjoy? Let me lend a hand so I can eat with more peace of mind."
