Jake seemed too busy savoring the taste of his aunt's noodles to notice her fleeting sentiment.
Taylor waited until he finished eating before checking the time and realizing she was almost late.
She hurriedly got ready, leaving the minor chores—hanging the sofa covers, washing the pots and dishes—to Jake.
Soon, his aunt was ready. Removing her apron and draping a white checkered shawl over her shoulders, she put on her gold-rimmed glasses again.
In an instant, she transformed from a devoted housewife into an elegant, intelligent, and mature teacher.
Jake couldn't help but recall his student days, imagining his young aunt teaching. The thought of conquering his own teacher was thrillingly taboo.
"Do you really not want me to drive you?"
"No need. The school is right across the neighborhood. By the time you move the car, I'd already be there. Just take the laundry out of the washer and hang it up, then clean the kitchen."
"Mission accepted." Jake playfully saluted.
