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.

knocking for a

asleep in such a

Now that is embarrassing.

eat anything at night to lose weight. And I

throwing it away would be

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

I walk in with the noodles

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, let alone not noticing me

"Are you hungry, Frances?"

my voice breaks the

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

you can’t hear it."

I answer next time." He says after

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

me?" Frances has a meaningful smile. "You really think I can’t

all at once, I am truly embarrassed. "It was originally for Mr. Louis. but he didn't answer the knock on the

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

slight complaint, he slowly