In My Desperate Time

"Old Mr. Louis, are you asleep?"

I knock on his door at nine o'clock in the evening,

"Not yet. What's the matter?"

I hear his loud voice, and then the door opens from the inside.

"I just want to ask if you are in the mood for some night snack. I can cook some noodles or dumplings for you." I smile kindly at him, trying not to make myself look different than usual.

The old man shakes his head and says, "I don't like those food. You can make hot and sour noodles for me. Make sure the taste isn’t too blend."

I don’t expect him to be someone who likes spicy food. But making a bowl of hot and sour noodles doesn’t beat me.

"Okay. Wait for a second. It'll be ready soon."

I nod and leave the room immediately.

This is one step closer to please Mr. Louis.

Twenty minutes later, I bring the noodles upstairs and knock on the door again.

nothing happens after knocking for a

falls asleep in such

Now that is embarrassing.

anything at night to lose weight. And I don’t want to

away would

then, I see that the door of Frances’ room is still open, so I knock on the door and walk

is on, and I walk in with

desk and has his back to me. He seems to be fascinated by something he is reading. He is so intrigued that he can’t even hear the knock on the door,

"Are you hungry, Frances?"

when my voice breaks the silence.

he is holding in his hands under a pile of documents. "What are you doing in here? Don't you know you should knock on the door first?!" He asks me with a straight face while turning around.

but you can’t hear it."

come in unless I answer next

hand him the noodles after nodding, “This

for me?" Frances has a meaningful smile. "You really think

I am truly embarrassed. "It was originally for Mr. Louis. but he didn't answer the knock on the door. I assume he is asleep, so

hand, says while frowning. "Only Mr. Louis can stand something

the slight complaint, he