Oliver Palmer took off his suit and walked into the kitchen. Reese Harris, munching on an apple, followed him and grabbed his arm.
"No need, no need, you just sit down."
"It's okay." Oliver looked around, "Is there an apron? Help me find one."
"Here it is, here it is!"
Reese's mom eagerly brought over an apron. Oliver unbuttoned his shirt, tied the apron, glanced at the condiment bottles on the table, then calmly picked up a knife, chopped some onions, ginger, and garlic, then turned on the stove and poured oil...
Standing aside, watching his actions, Reese's mom was all smiles.
Their daughter here, if you say she's competent, she's definitely competent.
In court, she's sharp-tongued and articulate; when it comes to lawsuits, she absolutely knows her stuff.
But when it comes to life skills, she's totally an inept person.
