Someone said, there's nothing more beautiful than a girl's blush.
But there's a rather important condition—
She shouldn't be blushing out of embarrassment.
"Haha! Cough...cough!"
Teresa, caught off guard, blushed furiously and coughed awkwardly a few times before finally managing to cough up the piece of potato stuck in her throat, looking at her mother with a face full of resentment.
"Mom!"
The firewood crackled in the stove; the firelight made the stone walls of the kitchen feel warm and cozy.
Teresa, with her face flushed red, sat by the dining table, holding a wooden bowl in her hand. The potato soup inside emitted warmth, mixed with the scent of baked rye bread wafting into her nose.
Meanwhile, her mother sat across from her, looking at her with a smile, lazily stirring the thick soup in her bowl with a wooden spoon.
"Oh, I didn't do it on purpose; who knew you'd get so excited~"
