Chapter 3

I let out a short laugh, finding it unbelievable.

"If you let it sit, it'll taste even better. Besides, you didn't tell me in the first place."

But Brynlee just stared at me like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Well, you never asked! Now hurry up and make me a new one!"

I sighed, feeling drained. Even though I was annoyed, I still spoke to her nicely.

"Aren't you about to head to work? Why not just make do with this?"

If she had any specific requests, she should've said something before I cooked, not after. That wasn't my fault.

I thought she'd grumble a little and let it go, but instead, she let out an angry huff, slammed her hands on the table, and shot to her feet.

"Forget it! I'm not eating! You're just doing this on purpose because you don't want to cook for me!"

Since we were roommates, I didn't want things to get too tense between us. Just as I was about to explain, she suddenly rammed into me hard, like she did it on purpose.

I let out a laugh, more out of disbelief than anything.

"Did I not get enough things to do? Is that why I'm out here looking for trouble?"

I figured that was the end of her ridiculous behavior, but I had seriously underestimated her.

Just now, when I got home from work, I saw a notice taped to my bedroom 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 stared at the mooching notice and actually laughed out loud.

I had made her one plate of pasta out of kindness, and now she thought I was her personal chef.

I ripped the paper off the door, crumpled it into a ball, and tossed it straight into the trash.

This girl must've had stomach issues so bad that she shat her brains out.

A loud commotion erupted from the entryway.

I didn't even need to guess who it was.