"Disappointed in mom's cooking skills, huh? Actually, mom's cooking... while not exceptional, it's not exactly inedible either."
Bertha Haines isn't picky about food, nor does she have any particular cravings, so Bartley's taste must have been inherited from Amos Smith.
At this moment, Emma Mu sleepily walked into the kitchen with a tuft of hair sticking up on her head, looking adorably dazed.
"Morning, mom."
"Mm, morning."
Bertha started to find confidence in Emma Mu.
"What would you like for breakfast, Emma? How about some dough drop soup?"
"Okay."
"Is the dough drop soup mom makes tasty?"
"Yes, it's delicious."
Emma was quite supportive, and Bertha was very pleased.
Just then, Bartley suddenly asked Emma, "Do you want dough drop soup or a pancake wrap?"
Emma Mu's sleepy eyes instantly lit up: "I want a pancake wrap."
Bertha took a deep breath, pointed to the cameras hanging on the wall, and pleaded, "See these cameras? Can you give mom a bit of face?"
