Hannah hadn’t been listening carefully because the door had already opened.
Matthew was still sulking, with his arms crossed and a cold look on his face, impatiently glancing up. But his expression froze the next second.
He was stunned for several seconds before Hannah was the one to greet him first.
"Long ti no see, Matthew," she said with an arch of her eyebrows and a coy smile.
Matthew, however, appeared sowhat panicky, stamring for a while before turning away, "Who... who’s a little kid? Call Matthew."
Hannah tried to contain the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she said, "But I think I just heard Teacher Qi call you Matthew."
Matthew’s face blushed red, and, pretending to be irritated, he waved his hand dismissively, "Whatever, whatever, call whatever you want."
Having said that, he turned and ran upstairs.
Just then, Crystal Quach ca out of the kitchen.
She was still wearing comfortable house clothes, with no makeup on her face, which only added to her serene and tranquil charm.
She casually wiped her wet hands on her apron.
Completely natural and amiable.
Even so, one could still glimpse her forr elegance in her face.
Like an elegant orchid flowering quietly in solitude, her eyes and eyebrows exuded a gentle and warm ambiance.
Even after so many years, there were still fans who rembered Crystal Quach’s grace; her expressive eyes seed to hold a multitude of stories, waiting for interpretation, indelibly etched in mory.
With innate talent and persistent efforts, Crystal had won the best actress award at a young age and, for many years after, both her skills and popularity soared.
Until the age of thirty, when she began slowly to retreat from the industry, taking on at most one film a year or making guest appearances, never participating in variety shows.
Yet, even so, the classics she created remain unforgettable.
Seeing Hannah at the door, Crystal walked forward with a warm and tender smile, offering slippers, and beckoning, "Co in."
Looking at Crystal’s soft smile and the slippers laid out before her, Hannah hesitated montarily before speaking softly, "Thank you, Teacher Qi."
Crystal nodded, her gaze on Hannah filled with both affection and concern, leading her inside.
The house was arranged in a very simple and comfortable style, with children’s books scattered on a side tea table, which added a touch of warmth.
Though the decor was simple, it was evidently thoughtfully arranged.
The dining table was set with a few ho-cooked dishes, and soup was still simring on the stove.
Noticing Hannah’s gaze, Crystal explained, "I’ve always felt guilty about Matthew getting lost. Learning to cook was just my way of trying to make it up to him a little more..."
She paused, looking toward the upstairs room, her eyes softening, "I think, he would prefer his mother’s cooking."
Steam rose continuously from the boiling soup, carrying with it the rich aroma of the broth, intertwined with a faint scent of vegetables.
It was infused with the essence of life and warmth.
In such an environnt, even just standing there doing nothing could make one feel the tranquility of ti, filled with coziness.
Hannah shifted her gaze away, ripples stirring briefly in her downcast eyes, then, looking at the pattern on the casserole, she smiled, "He’ll like it."
Although Matthew acted like a "little adult," even if he pretended to be cool on the surface, he was still just a child at heart.
A child yearning for his mother’s love.
Crystal never ntioned Matthew’s father, and Hannah didn’t inquire further.
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