As she was already on the staircase end, I called her.
"J-Jane..." I called her but she didn't respond.
"Help. Please..." I said shyly.
She rolled her eyes and looked at me.
"What?!" she asked strongly.
"Do you cook?"
"Huh?!"
"I'm asking you properly."
"Of course! What kind of question is that, Lielle?!"
She’s mad again, maybe it’s because of my presence.
"Can you help me out?" I asked sincerely.
"Why would I?!"
"It's not that appetizing," I said sadly.
She sighed deeply and looked at the dish that was boiling on the stove which I placed.
"Why does it look so unappetizing?!" she complained.
She grabbed a spoon and had a taste of the dish. It was honey garlic chicken.
"What are you doing?! Do you even know what you're doing?!" she asked angrily.
"I-I just searched it up on
