After crying my heart out, l felt a little better. When I stood up, a sharp pain shot through my stomach.
Only then did I realize I hadn't slept or eaten since last night. No wonder my legs felt weak.
Oliver always complained about the food the housekeeper made. His mother used to cook for him, but after she got sick, I took over.
When I cooked in the past, it was always to suit the tastes of Oliver and his mom.
Now, standing in front of a kitchen full of ingredients, it took me a while to remember what I actually liked to eat.
Back home, I used to love spicy food.
But Oliver hated spice, and his mother's health required a light diet.
I hadn't cooked a spicy dish in years.
Today, I wanted to make something spicy for myself, but the huge fridge didn't have a single chili pepper.
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