"Joanna, how did you get in here?" Madam White turned around, looking at her daughter with a doting and affectionate gaze. "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something first? Just wait for ten more minutes, and I'll be done here. If you're hungry, you can..."
"Mom, I'm not hungry." Joanna walked to Madam White's side, looking at the uncut vegetables on the counter, and rolled up her sleeves. "I'll help you."
"Come on, get out of here," Madam White gently pushed her. "You just wait outside, don't get yourself all smoky."
"Mom, it's not like I have anything else to do." Joanna called a maid over, got an apron from her, tied it on, and started to chop the vegetables right away. "You always cook for me, so now I'll cook a few dishes for you in return. But my culinary skills aren't as good as yours, Mom, so please don't be too picky."
Seeing her persistence, Madam White didn't try to stop her anymore.