The mobile phone connected, and it rang for a long while before Matilda Jenkins picked up. "Hello, Scarlett..."
Scarlett Glenn breathed a sigh of relief. "What are you doing? You're panting. Have you had breakfast?"
Matilda wiped the sweat from her nose. "Not yet. I am making breakfast, frying eggs."
Scarlett was taken aback and asked immediately, "Oh... How's the kitchen doing?"
"Scarlett, don't underestimate me. Next time you see me, I might be able to make you a delicious meal."
Hearing Matilda's voice, Scarlett felt that she seemed revitalized and sounded pretty good. "Not bad, not bad. I have faith in you. Keep it up..."
"Yes, yes, I will... Oh no, something's burning. Scarlett, I've got to hang up now..."
