*Willard*
I thought it would be Mia and me alone in the kitchen, but she stopped Simon, who had yet to walk out of the kitchen. "Simon, you're not allowed to leave either! Come and help. This will be faster. We used to be good partners in the kitchen."
Simon patted Mia's head dotingly, saying that he would stay.
Since Mia said it, I couldn't reject him either. The fantasy of us staying alone was shattered and broken by his attendance.
"Mia, help me whip the cream."
"Simon, pass me the salad dressing."
"Hey, the egg tarts are done. Turn off the oven, Mia."
They were so familiar with each other. It seemed that they had worked together like this more than once.
"Who's going to cook the mussels?" Simon asked.
"I'll do it. How about steaming it?" I finally found a little leeway in thei
