Mistaken Marriage, Unexpected Love

She was currently cooking in the kitchen.

Camila approached her to lend a hand.

“Get some rest. I’ll do it,” Glenda protested.

“I’m fine. I’m still alive and kicking. Give me the dough, and I’ll knead it.”

“ALL right,” Glenda relented.

While Camila kneaded dough for the dumplings, Glenda minced the filling ingredients.

They split up the work so they could get things done faster.

Glenda made the wrappers for the dumplings, and Camila put the fillings in

bad at it, and she had to turn to Glenda

Then, she found herself increasingly preoccupied, with little time

of fun to

made, hers resembled a giant dough ball with a filling. It looked horrible, to say the

gosh. My dumplings look so ugly. I’m starting to lose

Glenda chuckled.

Practice makes

a quick learner. She mastered the technique of dumpling wrapping in a short

take long before she could make

on what she was doing. Glenda smiled as she watched Camila. She was under the impression that the woman was working so hard

asked her what Isaac Liked,

guessed, was making an effort