A hint of displeasure flashed in Kelly’s eyes. With a quick roll of her eyes, she suddenly snatched the bowl of soup from Steven’s hand and walked toward me.
"Mrs. Brandy, try Doctor Steven's seafood porridge. I ate it once when Doctor Steven and I went to the beach. I said it was delicious and Doctor Steven said he wanted to learn how to make it. I just tried it and it tastes exactly the same as it did then."
Steven looked at me with a hint of panic.
He always said his hands were meant for saving lives and he never did any cooking or housework. Last month, he had started coming into the kitchen after getting off work and making a mess.
At the time, my child was seriously ill and I was exhausted. I thought he felt sorry for me and wanted to share some of my burden.
While cleaning up his mess, I held onto a bittersweet hope that he would cook for me and my child again. It turned out he was just trying to recreate Kelly’s seafood porridge.
The stench of that fishy smell I hated so much nearly made my skin break out in a rash.
I covered my mouth, stepped back and said coldly, "I'm allergic to seafood. Take it away."