Chapter 1

My roommate couldn't cook, but she still wanted to eat home-cooked meals. So, she taped a meal request notice right on my door.

[Hey, roommate!]

[I'm super busy with work, and I don't have time to cook, not that I know how to, anyway. I've been living on takeout for over half a month, and my stomach can't take it anymore. Your cooking looks amazing, so I was wondering if I could have some too.]

At first, I felt a little bad for her. I mean, sharing a meal now and then wouldn't be a big deal. But then I kept reading, and my jaw practically hit the floor.

[Requirements 1: You need to cook three meals a day for me from Monday to Friday. No exceptions. And I don't want to have to remind you that girls should be diligent, or else no one will want to marry them.]

[Requirements 2: I expect you to buy me a new set of reusable food containers. Disposable ones aren't hygienic. Just pack my meals and leave them outside my door.]

[Requirements 3: I'm not picky, but I don't eat black pepper, parsley, thyme, potatoes, chili, or anything smoked.]

[Requirements 4: Each meal should include three dishes and a soup. The soup must be meat-based because I'm focusing on my protein intake.]

[Requirements 5: Since I'm just 'borrowing' your meals, I won't be paying you. And don't even think about asking for money. Times are tough for all of us.]

[If you're willing to help, I'd be forever grateful. Your kindness might just add a few more years to a struggling worker's life.]

I actually laughed out loud. Then I ripped the note off my door, crumpled it up, and tossed it straight into the trash.

I thought, "Was she serious? Maybe her stomach problems messed with her brain, too."