It's Your Turn

7

Sure enough, saints never had good endings.

In the first few days, I believed my tolerance moved Jennie, for she began taking care of me more meticulously than before.

It even surpassed her care for Richard.

An undeniable fact was that she was pretty good at cooking.

There was once, I wanted to find her a job in a restaurant as a chef, but she said that chefs were all men, and the restaurant kitchenware was too heavy for her to carry.

Hence, that was vetoed.

Meanwhile, as she continued staying in my house, we essentially feasted daily. At every turn, the dining table would be filled with a spread of food, such as fried fish fillets, oven-baked ribs, stewed beef, baked cheesy meatballs, fried pork shoulder cutlets, and crème brulée. Every day was a different menu with no repeated dishes.

Unfortunately, I was an idiot who couldn't control myself when it came to delicacies.

In half a month, my weight increased by 11 pounds, and my wristwatch didn't even fit me anymore.