Finally, the stir-fried gnocchi was ready to be served.
The two of them leaned on the table, staring at the dark lump in the bowl, neither brave enough to try it.
Helen Blair nudged James Anderson, "You're an adult, you try it..."
James twitched at the corner of his mouth, finally summoning the courage to try a piece—almost unable to catch his breath afterwards.
"No, no, Jacqueline will definitely think we're trying to poison her." James choked back tears.
Helen slammed the table with an air of bravado, "We'll do it over! Failure is the mother of success!"
And so, the two of them plunged back into the heated situation.
This time, Helen kneaded the dough while James added water.
As they worked, Helen brought her face close to James', "Help me see, I think I got some flour in my eye." Her hands were inconveniently covered in flour.
James bent down and lowered his head, approaching her to check. "Which eye?"
"Left eye, hurry, it hurts!" Helen's tears flowed down.