"Does this mean I have to build a separate kitchen?" Mary said, "Haven't our two families always eaten at the same table? It's impossible for us to move to a bigger house and have to separate kitchens, right? You're really disappointing."
"Who said we have to divide the kitchen? I mean I want to use it now. When I use it, you don't use it. Isn't that a problem?" Mason grabbed her wrist and pulled her out.
Mary had never seen Mason being so unreasonable. She didn't even have a chance to refute him, and was pushed out by him. The door was still closed from the inside.
"Let me in first. I'm not going to make soup. Don't set the kitchen on fire." Mary knocked on the door.
Mason poured the soup into the trough.
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