“Seriously?” Lilly asked, her eyes rounded with unbelief. “You can’t even boil an egg?”
Zee watched the woman rest her hands, which had balled into fists, on her ample waist as she stood by the big pricey looking gas cooker in the spacious kitchen.
Standing in a pair of boxers and t-shirt, before Lilly with a book and pen, Zee rolled her eyes, her expression, indifferent.
“Look, you asked for all I know concerning kitchen work. I told you I barely know anything. There is no need to make a mountain out of a molehill.”
Lilly ignored her rant. “Can you boil an egg or not?”
“Maybe,” Zee answered. “I tried boiling it once and the egg refused to come out smooth when I peeled it. The egg came out all mangled and chopped.”
“Hmm. It’s okay. Mr. Ray tells me that a nanny practically did everyt
