In My Desperate Time

He said that he didn’t want me to go into the kitchen, so I don’t follow him in and stay with Steven Song and Whitney.

About one hour later, Frances Louis comes out with a pot of congee.

Rice congee, which in burnt on the bottom.

“Finally I got a chance for cruise tour and this is what you give me for lunch?” Steven Song looks at the pot reluctantly.

I ate rice congee made by Frances Louis before, but I never thought that he would overcook it again.

He is really a bad cook.

“Eat or starve.”

Frances Louis says lightly, feeling embarrassed.

“I will have some congee.” Whitney takes a bowl, her face full of smile.

She holds up the bowl and nibbles at it, her face full of satisfaction.

I can see that she really loves Frances Louis. She can even flatter him for such terrible food he made.

“I'll go to the kitchen to see if there is anything else we can eat. What about you?” Steven Song says to me.

“I choose to starve.”

I purse my lips.

to. If I choose to eat for his sake, my stomach would

sighs, “Looks like there has to be some waiters to serve, at least there should be a cook, or if the guests can't cook, they would

and looks at his congee in the pot, probably hesitating

man. If there is something that is unpalatable for me, it would be harder for him to

my bread, I break it

if

Louis glances at me and says coldly, “I won't eat

What?

What did I hear?

stole a beef from my mouth last night and now tell me that he doesn’t eat other people’s leftover? Does he have

some congee. I think it’s not bad,

says and gives Frances

picks up

looks like he really doesn’t want to

want my bread,

goes off. Everyone stands

his phone

“What happened?”

you will definitely meet the storm, which will