With the sleeves rolled up and the hoodie tucked into the trousers, Laurel licked her lips, rolled her shoulders, and started getting to work. With a large kitchen and everything readily available, she didn't have to worry about not having the ingredients.
Linda tried to help multiple times but was always told to just sit on a stool and watch as Laurel loitered around in the kitchen.
From the sidelines it appeared as if Laurel was simply messing around.
The flour was all over the countertop, her dark hoodie had strange stains all over it, and her fingers were covered in spices and sauces. Her sick, pale face was also dusted with flour.
"You are doing everything right. But the mess..." Linda chuckled.
Laurel was also frustrated at the sight of the messed-up kitchen. She placed the tra
