Antra's POV
I walked into the kitchen and was shocked to see that he had taken out so many ingredients and was reading the labels of the boxes with a confused expression on his face.
He was holding a phone between his ear and shoulder.
"John, tell me how to make a breakfast.... Anything simple... That is not simple..... Tell me something easy that I can fix... For myself...... Are you crazy?? This is simple?? I am not a chef..... Sandwich?? No, I had a sandwich on my way here, yesterday, I hated it so much, have not been able to eat anything since then. Think of something nice, easy to cook..... Anything but bread..... I am dying out of hunger and cold." I said.
Oh!! He has not had anything since yesterday?? My inner voice said.
So?? What do I do? I argued.
Make something for him as
