After he was gone, I looked at Mr. Gold and he was staring at me with furrowed eyes. He seems to be thinking something but the way he was staring at me feel a bit...uncomfortable. I get up the table and decided to go to uncle Frank but instead he was coming towards me.

"The rice was about to burn indeed. Thanks to you Ms. Wilson or else it might get burnt. Your smelling sense is indeed strong" uncle Frank praised me as he come to the living room.

"Strong?" I repeated the sentence in confusion."I thought it was normal" I mumbled to myself while looking at uncle. Then I...