Nora's cook

Previously

…Mother ruffled Nora’s hair, her eyes twinkling. "No more cardboard rice, my darling. But perhaps," she said, a mischievous smile returning, "we can try making actual fried rice. And this time, you can help. But only with the eating part, understand?" Nora nodded enthusiastically, her earlier misunderstanding completely forgotten, replaced by the thrill of the chase and the promise of a more delicious adventure. The cardboard rice sat forgotten on the kitchen counter, a testament to Nora's unique interpretation of instructions, and the beginning of a chase that, for both mother and daughter, was filled with more joy than frustration.