Irina's point of view:

"Mom, I am cooking." I replied to her.

"Did you let her cook for herself?" My mom asked the maids angrily.

"No, I just chose to cook, mom." I said frustratingly.

"Let's get out of here, okay?" She said to me.

"Let me dish out the meal first. I am hungry." I told her.

"Who taught you how to cook? You shouldn't be in the kitchen." she said to me.

"Mom, I am a married woman, how won't I know how to cook?" I asked her in frustration.

"It doesn't matter." I know that hit her indirectly. My mom doesn't know how to cook.

"It matters....