Jared followed the granny into the nearby cabin.
Agnes wanted to go too, but the old lady stopped her.
The granny said, "The kitchen is too smoky, you can't come in. Go rest in the room."
How could Agnes relax leaving Jared there alone?
Yet Jared shot Agnes a glance, hinting her to listen to the granny and not come over.
Agnes had to stay alone in the room, fidgeting. Her granny had always been kind and hospitable, never objected to her getting married and often suggested she bring her boyfriend home for a visit.
So why did she seem to have a problem with Jared?
Jared had been polite and composed, hadn't said anything wrong.
Anxious and uneasy, Agnes couldn't help but sneak a peek into the kitchen.
The kitchen door was closed, so Agnes resorted to peeking through the window.
Her Grandma was boiling water. Jared was standing on the side, chopping veggies.
He'd never done this before, had no clue where to start.
The old lady came over, guided him step by step, then remarked, "How on earth did Agnes fall for someone as stupid as you!"
Agnes couldn't wait to dash into the kitchen.
She immediately went to check on Jared. Perhaps it was standing for too long, but when he saw her, Jared swayed a little.
Agnes quickly ran over to support him.
She asked with concern, "Are you okay?"
A smile crept onto Jared's face, "I'm fine."
As the old lady served the food onto the table, she glanced over at them, "Tired from just this much work? How can this man be even more delicate than a woman? What a softie!"
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