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“She makes really good soups too,” said Cordelia.
“You’re too kind, Ms. Cordelia!” Helen placed the pot on the table mat. She was close to Phil. She peeped at him
and continued to speak while smiling. “Okay, all of the dishes are served! Oh, right, I see that young people love
taking pictures before they eat! That’s a trend, right? Aren’t you going to take pictures, miss?”
“Oh, yes!” Zennie responded immediately. “The food you cooked looks really good, Aunt Helen. Of course we’ll
have to take photos!”
“Hey, Phil!” Helen pushed him. “Don’t let her do it on her own. Take photos of her!”
Phil’s expression changed. He snapped his head up.
Helen was scared by the fierceness that flashed through his eyes. She instinctively stepped back.
However, it only lasted for a second.
When she returned to her senses, Phil went back to the young man who always had a smile on his face again.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“I’m sorry, my phone is laggy…”
“Really?” Cordelia smiled. “It didn’t seem laggy when you were taking pictures earlier.”
He fell into silence for a moment and slowly took out his phone.
He looked at Zennie, and she looked rather awkward. “Forget it. Let’s eat!”
Helen walked up. “You guys eat. I’ll take the pictures! I know I’m old, but I know how to take photos too!’
She wanted to grab Phil’s phone but clearly felt he did not want to let go.
He held it tight, and the veins on his hand were bulging.
Helen secretly scoffed. As they entered a stagnant state, she suddenly let go!
He did not expect her to do that—he did not see that coming. His phone dropped into the boiling soup. The spilled
soup messed up the table, giving his heart a squeeze.
The atmosphere was awkward. It was unusually quiet.
Cordelia’s heart was pounding. She looked at Helen. She could see that Phil was mad, but he tried his best to
suppress his rage and maintain a natural expression.
“Ahh, I’m sorry!” Helen went on with her act. “Look at me, I’m useless! I can’t even hold the phone properly. I…”
“It’s okay, Aunt Helen.” Zennie eased the situation. “His phone is indeed faulty. I was going to get him a new one
anyway—”
“No need!” Phil suddenly said that with a cold face on.
Cordelia was shocked. She saw Zennie looking at him, feeling guilty. Her big eyes, which seemed to have stars
twinkling in them, were filled with fear.
Phil looked at his phone that was dead in the soup and stood up expressionlessly.
“I suddenly recalled that I still have work. I must leave now,” he said in a deep voice. “I won’t be eating this time. I’ll
try your cooking next time, Aunt Helen.”
Helen smiled and said, “Phil, are you blaming me? Perhaps you can tell me how much your phone costs? I’ll
compensate you—”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe scooped his phone from the soup and left before waiting for her to finish her sentence.
Zennie said goodbye to Cordelia in panic and went with him.
Cordelia felt relieved when they had left far away. She looked at the pot of soup after falling into silence for a while
and said to Helen. “Take care of this.”
“Sure.”
Helen asked her after a while. “Ms. Cordelia, did I… go over the line?”
“No, you did great.” Cordelia’s voice was soft. “I was actually thinking how to get his phone to get him to delete
those pictures, but I didn’t have a proper reason.”
Helen nodded. “Your concern is right, Ms. Cordelia. No matter what, one shouldn’t take pictures of someone else’s
house when they visit for the first time. That’s not okay!”
“Harbor no ill intention against others, but never relax vigilance against evildoers.” Cordelia sighed. “I hope I’m
overthinking.”
“What else did you think, Ms. Cordelia?”
Cordelia lifted her eyes to look at her. She only asked after hesitating, “I’m not sure if you saw that… No matter
what, I feel the way they treat each other is strange.
“I feel…” Cordelia spoke of her suspicion. “Zennie is afraid of him!”
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