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Chapter 26 What Lily Draws

Author: Evve
last update publish date: 2026-04-19 00:55:50

The late afternoon sun poured through the kitchen windows. Aurora stood at the heavy stove.

"I am lowering the heat," Aurora said aloud.

Lily sat at the center island. She looked up from her blue notebook.

"If the boil is too rolling, the vegetables turn to mush," Aurora explained.

Lily picked up her yellow pencil. She wrote quickly and pushed the notebook forward.

Mush is bad.

"Mush is terrible," Aurora agreed. "We want texture."

Lily nodded. She watched the large cast-iron pot intently.

"I am
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