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?

roll up my sleeves and go into the kitchen. I let Betty sit down on the couch to watch

going to

oil into the pot, and smokes rise up. I hold the ribs and stand a little further, afraid to be splashed

you not

Louis’s voice comes

startled that the ribs I am carrying drop

The pain is sharp.

fire, and takes my hand to flush under the

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

many red spots on my hand, someone is big and someone is small, and the biggest one is probably as big as

What a bloody year!

face and now my hand is burned. Now these

go into

of the kitchen, his face horribly pale. It is the first

before, he had self-control. But today, he

I be blamed for the burn? I've

sudden entrance, I should

I murmur.

Frances Louis frowns, his sharp eyes

I wuss out immediately.

“Nothing.”

kit, searching in it for a while, then looks up and

the

hands are hard and rough. Besides, I have been cooking for so many years. Usually I won’t be burned.” She