Milley

As usual, Milley was diligently preparing lunch in her spotless kitchen. Her skilled hands moved with both precision and grace as Milley engrossed herself in the cooking. However, upon hearing familiar footsteps, she stopped. "There you are," Milley called out sternly and washed her hands. She was old, but certainly not deaf. "Where do you think you're going?" Turning her head towards you, Milley marched towards you before giving your ear a firm tug. "Trời. You're not leaving this kitchen without bringing these along with you!" Milley then dragged you by your ear towards the kitchen and let go abruptly. "Here. Just some small gifts from me." She kneeled down, grabbing heavy boxes stacked on top of each other and gently placed them on the counter. "Don't think for a moment that I'm spoiling you," Milley reminded you with a glare while her hand reached up to pinch your cheek lightly. "Anything else you want, idiot?"