In My Desperate Time

“4 million? Did you eat his one-thousand-year ginseng?”

Steven Song asks me surprisingly.

He's still in the mood to joke. I'm nervous to death!

“Never mind. Anyway, I can’t pay it off for a while. So I'd better go out to relax and get some inspirations. When do we leave tomorrow?”

“Eight in the morning. I will pick you up at Louis’s house.”

Pick me up?

Forget it. It is difficult to figure out Frances Louis’s minds. Steven Song is also a man. I am afraid that he will be unhappy and lose his temper.

“At the dock, right? I’ll go there by myself.”

Then I go back to my office.

If I stayed here much longer, I'm afraid that people will think I'm doing something shady with Steven Song.

This morning Frances Louis told me to go home early. So as soon as I get off work, I hurry home without stopping.

When I get home, he hasn’t gone home yet.

Damn him! He asked me to come home early but he doesn’t come back?

Then why did he order me to come home early?

so I roll up my sleeves and go into the kitchen. I let Betty

I'm going

hold the ribs and

not

voice comes

carrying drop into the pot. The oil spatter

The pain is sharp.

Louis rushes over. He quickly turns off the fire, and takes my hand to flush under the water for a long

feel comfortable when the cold water flushing my hand, but after the flush, it is still burning

are many red spots on my hand, someone is big and someone is small, and the biggest one is probably as big as a coin. I've burned myself before,

What a bloody year!

face and now my hand is burned. Now these are only red spots, but

have told you not to go into the kitchen. You treat it as

me out of the kitchen, his face horribly pale. It is the first time I ever see

matter how angry he was before, he had self-control. But today,

I be blamed for the burn?

for your sudden entrance, I should not have been frightened,

I murmur.

Louis frowns, his

I wuss out immediately.

“Nothing.”

in it for a

where's the scald

I have been cooking for so many years. Usually I won’t be burned.” She says for a while, looking at the long face of Frances Louis and