Xandeir Pov
“Hey,” I greeted my lady, who was busy making something in the kitchen.
“Hi,” she greeted back.
I huffed a long breath. She is not here to make lunch and be in the kitchen. Any staff can do that.
“You got up so early in the morning,” I asked her, sitting beside the counter.
“Yes,” she answered, continuing to string the pan.
“Can I ask why?”
“A....., because,” she thought for a while, moving back to the other side of the counter and coming with salt, “because.... back at home, you know, where I used to stay,” she said after a while I nodded her to continue, “I had to go 1 mile away to bring milk”.
“What?”
Cannot she come up with a more ridiculous justification?
“I mean to drink the milk,” she said as soon as I asked.
“You don’t have milk in your house?” I breathed ou
