Passive Aggressive Mom Part I

INT. Evening - Communal dining table.


*Makes experimental Pad Thai to replicate the one from Sukhothai. Starts mowing down.*

What kind of noodle is that? (She's worked here long enough to know)
Is that Shanghai Noodle? Korean Noodles? (Since when do we run a Korean restaurant, for that to even be a possibility)
Does it taste good?

*Waving her over inviting her to taste*

No, I'm okay.

Subtext: That looks good, I don't want to outright ask if I can have some, but I want you to force feed me it.

*Pushes plate towards her.*

*Starts eating it.*

*Complains.*



The End.