The kitchen was no longer noisy.The flour that had been scattered everywhere had been cleaned up. The table, which had been a mess, was now tidy again, though a few faint stains remained in the corners that had been missed.A sweet aroma slowly filled the room.Warm.More stable.I'm still sitting in the same chair.Noah is beside me, his legs swaying gently and silently.In front of us, My teacher stands calmly. Her hands don't move much—only occasionally pointing, occasionally correcting."Slowly," she says.Her tone isn't loud.But it's enough to make the two people in front of her stop arguing.Lucian holds his hand still over the bowl.Brielle, who had been about to say something, fell silent too."This isn't a race," my teacher said. "Just follow the steps."Ethan stood a little apart.Not getting involved.His arms were folded across his chest, his face looking much more relaxed than before."Why do I feel like I'm not needed here?" he mutters.I gave a faint smile."Because y
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