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.

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

She was bad at it, and she had to turn to Glenda for help.

After she got her degree, she went to work in the hospital. Then, she found herself increasingly preoccupied, with little time to cook for herself.

It was kind of fun to cook for herself.

Camila examined the dumplings they made. Compared to Glenda's, which were beautifully made, hers resembled a giant dough ball with a filling. It looked horrible, to say the least.

“Oh, gosh. My dumplings look so ugly. I'm starting to lose my appetite."

Glenda chuckled.

“Keep going. Practice makes perfect."

Camila was a quick learner. She mastered the technique of dumpling wrapping in a short amount of time.

It did not take long before she could make wonderfully wrapped dumplings.

Camila bit her lower Lip as she concentrated on what she was doing. Glenda smiled as she watched Camila. She was under the impression that the woman was working so hard because of her husband.

Camila had just asked her what Isaac Liked, after all.

Camila, she guessed, was making an effort to appease Isaac.

“It's great to see you working so hard to reconcile with Mr. Johnston,” Glenda remarked playfully.

Camila, with her head lowered and hands busy with the dumplings, missed the look on Glenda's face.

“What are you talking about?"

“At last, you're making an effort to win over your husband. Aren't you making dinner for Mr. Johnston?"

At the entrance of the house, Isaac was about to walk in when he heard Glenda's words.