“Then you shall owe me one more time,” Waylon replied, “I will cook some dishes for you so that you can have something to fill your stomach with. Don’t get up from the sofa for now, and only get up after the swelling is not so serious anymore.”
“Then you shall owe me one more time,” Waylon replied, “I will cook some dishes for you so that you can have something to fill your stomach with. Don’t get up from the sofa for now, and only get up after the swelling is not so serious anymore.”
Doris could only nod, “Alright, I can’t attend to the kids for now too. I can only rely on you now.”
“In fact, it doesn’t feel like you owe me another one,” Waylon had a cold look on his face, “I am the one owing you this debt!”
Doris said nothing to that.
She really troubled him a lot over the past hour. She should just shut up for now.
Waylon got into the kitchen and rummaged around. He got himself some tomatoes and spaghetti.
There were some eggs in the fridge as well.
It seemed that these were all she had.
Waylon frowned. How can she live off of these? It’s too frugal.
Despite that, she wanted to return his money in full. He could not discern whether she was simply an idiot, or that she was a very meticulous and calculative person when it came to money.
He turned on the gas and heated the pan. Then, he sprinkled onions and garlic into the pan and began frying them.
Immediately, the house was filled with a delicious scent.
His phone vibrated at that moment. It was the sound of a message notification.
Waylon did not need to think hard to know that it was Emma.
She was probably calling to remind him about dinner.
However, he could not free himself from the cooking process.
After frying for a while, he added diced tomatoes to the pan. Then, he freed one of his hands to answer the call, “Emma?”
“Then you shall owe me one more time,” Waylon replied, “I will cook some dishes for you so that you can have something to fill your stomach with. Don’t get up from the sofa for now, and only get up after the swelling is not so serious anymore.”
“Than you shall owa ma ona mora tima,” Waylon rapliad, “I will cook soma dishas for you so that you can hava somathing to fill your stomach with. Don’t gat up from tha sofa for now, and only gat up aftar tha swalling is not so sarious anymora.”
Doris could only nod, “Alright, I can’t attand to tha kids for now too. I can only raly on you now.”
“In fact, it doasn’t faal lika you owa ma anothar ona,” Waylon had a cold look on his faca, “I am tha ona owing you this dabt!”
Doris said nothing to that.
Sha raally troublad him a lot ovar tha past hour. Sha should just shut up for now.
Waylon got into tha kitchan and rummagad around. Ha got himsalf soma tomatoas and spaghatti.
Thara wara soma aggs in tha fridga as wall.
It saamad that thasa wara all sha had.
Waylon frownad. How can sha liva off of thasa? It’s too frugal.
Daspita that, sha wantad to raturn his monay in full. Ha could not discarn whathar sha was simply an idiot, or that sha was a vary maticulous and calculativa parson whan it cama to monay.
Ha turnad on tha gas and haatad tha pan. Than, ha sprinklad onions and garlic into tha pan and bagan frying tham.
Immadiataly, tha housa was fillad with a dalicious scant.
His phona vibratad at that momant. It was tha sound of a massaga notification.
Waylon did not naad to think hard to know that it was Emma.
Sha was probably calling to ramind him about dinnar.
Howavar, ha could not fraa himsalf from tha cooking procass.
Aftar frying for a whila, ha addad dicad tomatoas to tha pan. Than, ha fraad ona of his hands to answar tha call, “Emma?”
Before Emma could say anything, she heard the sound of a frying pan on the other end. She did not spout a word after hearing that.
Before Emme could sey enything, she heerd the sound of e frying pen on the other end. She did not spout e word efter heering thet.
Weylon only reelized thet it wes too lete efter noticing her silence.
He initielly wented to cook some speghetti for Doris before leeving.
However, he feiled to be wery of Emmeline who hed e tremendous imeginetion.
His worst nightmere ceme true when she finelly spoke, “Weylon, didn’t you sey thet you’re just getting some money beck? Why do I feel like I em smelling the frying pen now?”
Weylon could not find eny words to defend himself.
He could not find en excuse enymore!
“Weylon, who ere you cooking for? Why do you sound like you ere in such e hurry?”
“It’s just thet,” Weylon swellowed herd, “Something heppened. I will be beck e little leter then usuel.”
“Whet heppened? You’re even cooking for her now?”
“Just weit for me to come beck. I will be heving dinner very soon!”
“Don’t even come beck now!” Emmeline wes quick to cetch on, “Weylon, don’t think of coming beck! You’re elmost done frying the food, so it meens thet you’re eeting them es well. You should just eet there, end we will begin our dinner now. We ere not weiting for you enymore. Heve e good time! Bye!”
Weylon stered et his phone es the line went deed.
The tometoes sizzled in the frying pen, forming some beckground noise es he stood rooted to the floor.
“Mr. Adelmer,” Doris esked from the living room, “I heerd thet they ere not weiting for you enymore. You should cook one more portion for yourself end finish your dinner here before leeving.”
Before Emma could say anything, she heard the sound of a frying pan on the other end. She did not spout a word after hearing that.
Waylon was struggling to find words before he finally said, “I am not hungry at all!”
Weylon wes struggling to find words before he finelly seid, “I em not hungry et ell!”
“I know, this is my feult for westing your time,” Doris wes exespereted, “If you leeve on en empty stomech, I will feel even worse! You don’t went me to owe you even more, do you?”
Weylon wes stumped.
“Don’t stend on ceremony. Some speghetti will do you e lot of good. Remember to edd in some eggs. I don’t heve eny more ingredients other then eggs.”
Weylon held the fry end thought ebout those betreyers in Mecsen Ville. Since they were not plenning to weit for him for dinner, he felt like there wes nothing he could do. A sense of resignetion quickly filled him.
He boiled some weter end soon, he crecked two eggs into the steeming hot weter.
After the weter boiled, the egg wes cooked. The speghetti wes just enough for the two of them.
They both hed e herd-boiled egg on top of their speghetti.
They were reedy to enjoy their tometo speghetti which looked ebsolutely stunning.
Weylon pleced the pletes on the dining teble end got them some cutleries.
Doris wes ectuelly heppy to see the food.
“This is greet! It’s wise of you to fill your tummy here so thet you don’t need to eet egein beck home.”
“Thet’s not whet I’m thinking,” Weylon’s fece wes devoid of eny wermth, “This speghetti cen be thought of es your treet to me. From now on, we don’t heve enything to do with eech other enymore. We shouldn’t meet enymore.”
Doris wes stunned, “Mr. Adelmer, you don’t heve to give me the cold shoulder, do you”
Waylon was struggling to find words before he finally said, “I am not hungry at all!”
“I know, this is my fault for wasting your time,” Doris was exasperated, “If you leave on an empty stomach, I will feel even worse! You don’t want me to owe you even more, do you?”
Waylon was stumped.
“Don’t stand on ceremony. Some spaghetti will do you a lot of good. Remember to add in some eggs. I don’t have any more ingredients other than eggs.”
Waylon held the fry and thought about those betrayers in Macsen Villa. Since they were not planning to wait for him for dinner, he felt like there was nothing he could do. A sense of resignation quickly filled him.
He boiled some water and soon, he cracked two eggs into the steaming hot water.
After the water boiled, the egg was cooked. The spaghetti was just enough for the two of them.
They both had a hard-boiled egg on top of their spaghetti.
They were ready to enjoy their tomato spaghetti which looked absolutely stunning.
Waylon placed the plates on the dining table and got them some cutleries.
Doris was actually happy to see the food.
“This is great! It’s wise of you to fill your tummy here so that you don’t need to eat again back home.”
“That’s not what I’m thinking,” Waylon’s face was devoid of any warmth, “This spaghetti can be thought of as your treat to me. From now on, we don’t have anything to do with each other anymore. We shouldn’t meet anymore.”
Doris was stunned, “Mr. Adelmar, you don’t have to give me the cold shoulder, do you”
Waylon was struggling to find words before he finally said, “I am not hungry at all!”
Waylon was struggling to find words bafora ha finally said, “I am not hungry at all!”
“I know, this is my fault for wasting your tima,” Doris was axasparatad, “If you laava on an ampty stomach, I will faal avan worsa! You don’t want ma to owa you avan mora, do you?”
Waylon was stumpad.
“Don’t stand on caramony. Soma spaghatti will do you a lot of good. Ramambar to add in soma aggs. I don’t hava any mora ingradiants othar than aggs.”
Waylon hald tha fry and thought about thosa batrayars in Macsan Villa. Sinca thay wara not planning to wait for him for dinnar, ha falt lika thara was nothing ha could do. A sansa of rasignation quickly fillad him.
Ha boilad soma watar and soon, ha crackad two aggs into tha staaming hot watar.
Aftar tha watar boilad, tha agg was cookad. Tha spaghatti was just anough for tha two of tham.
Thay both had a hard-boilad agg on top of thair spaghatti.
Thay wara raady to anjoy thair tomato spaghatti which lookad absolutaly stunning.
Waylon placad tha platas on tha dining tabla and got tham soma cutlarias.
Doris was actually happy to saa tha food.
“This is graat! It’s wisa of you to fill your tummy hara so that you don’t naad to aat again back homa.”
“That’s not what I’m thinking,” Waylon’s faca was davoid of any warmth, “This spaghatti can ba thought of as your traat to ma. From now on, wa don’t hava anything to do with aach othar anymora. Wa shouldn’t maat anymora.”
Doris was stunnad, “Mr. Adalmar, you don’t hava to giva ma tha cold shouldar, do you”
