Stacy POV
The burning effect on my tongue slowly soothes by the time June puts ice cubes wrapped in a towel. “Hang in for a while, at least until the burning sensation is milder,” Her gentle voice keeps my stares at her steadily.
“Ehmmm,” I nod eagerly, obeying what she has instructed.
Meanwhile, Mom moves her chair and sits next to me. Her orbs reflects anxiety mixed with panic as she comments, “You should have it blown since it is freshly cooked, dear.”
I can only roll my eyes without any words. Actually, I want to confirm that I was a bit clumsier, but I’m unable to utter due to my burnt tongue. Then, another reaction is uttered by Sam, “As luck would have it, June decisively takes ice cubes and a towel.”
“What a smart trick, girl!” Dad compliments her immediately. It is obvious he
