"OK!" The kids eagerly sat on the stools where they used to sit when dining.
They ate the pizza in large mouthfuls.
The aroma of food made Edwin starve. He subconsciously swallowed his saliva. "Where is my pasta?"
He was a picky diner, yet he could never forget the taste of the pasta made by Julianna, though he had only tried it once.
Julianna did not say anything. She turned around and went into the kitchen.
After a while, she came out with a plate of pasta.
The aroma filled the room.
Making pasta wasn't exactly a complicated process, yet the food was tasty.
Julianna put the pasta on the table with a cold face and turned to leave.
Edwin did not say much. He started to dig in.
The four of them sat at the table and ate with relish.
Soon, Alex finished his pizza. "Mommy, are there any more there?"
"Yes. There are heaps more," Julianna hurriedly replied with a smile.