I want to eat the sandwiches I made with so much effort.
I don't want to see him enjoying my sandwiches while I'm sitting here with an empty stomach. I can't let this happen.
"Jack these are the sandwiches which I made today," I said to Jack while looking at him with a death glare.
"What! These are sandwiches which you made?" he asked innocently, still smirking at me.
"Yes," I said bluntly. He was asking like he didn't see me while I was making them.
"I thought mom must have told Rose to prepare some sandwiches for us," he said, playing the role of an innocent person. Like he didn't know I prepared them.
If I didn't see him with his big eye staring at me without blinking while I was preparing sandwiches, I would have believed him. He is such a good liar and that is another reas
