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.

after knocking for a long

falls asleep in such a short

Now that is embarrassing.

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

throwing it away would be a

of Frances’ room is still open, so I knock on the

lamp in the study is on, and I walk in with the

sits at the 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

"Are you hungry, Frances?"

jumps when my voice breaks

what 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

you can’t hear it." I answer

next time."

also know it is my fault that I enter his room like that. I hand him the noodles after nodding, “This is the night snack I made for you. Eat it while

really think

originally for Mr. Louis. but he didn't answer the knock on the door. I assume he is asleep, so I brought it

takes the bowl from my hand, says while frowning. "Only Mr. Louis can stand something this

complaint,