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.

I don’t want to. If I choose to eat for his sake, my stomach would

two pieces of bread. He gives me one piece and sighs, “Looks like there has to be some waiters to serve, at least there should be a cook, or if the

his congee in the pot,

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

bread, I break it off and

if you

me and says coldly, “I won't eat other people’s

What?

What did I hear?

now tell me that he doesn’t eat other people’s leftover? Does he have

think it’s not bad, except

Frances Louis a bowl

picks up a spoon

really doesn’t want to eat

it! He doesn’t want my bread, then

the cruise’s alarm goes off. Everyone stands

his phone at once and makes a

“What happened?”

to turn back to the dock now. If you continue sailing, you will definitely meet the storm, which will be very dangerous. For safety, we will steer the cruise to a shore 100 nautical miles east. There is an island. You can only stay on