I smiled. "I live upstairs, and I often see you going in and out to buy groceries."
The woman nodded and said nothing more.
I stopped talking to her, but my eyes were always fixed on her involuntarily.
She smelled a similar aroma to the hot dog I ate last night...
The saliva slipped down from the corner of my mouth.
The woman looked back at me in surprise and disgust.
I nodded slightly at her and clenched my mouth tightly to stop the saliva from flowing out.
She forced a smile at me and hurried out of the elevator.
I closed the elevator door reluctantly after she disappeared from my sight.
A week later, I made several cuisines.
But the only thing I could do about these dishes was to look at them without any expressions or interest in eating.
After working in the kitchen for an hour or so, the smell of oil smoke almost penetrated my bones, and some of the dishes had already gone cold with thick layers of grease solidified on them.
It was even disgusting to look at.
I couldn't eat anymore but forced myself to sleep.
At the same time, my doorbell rang.
I opened my eyes instantly, stood up and walked to the door.
Bending down, I put my eye to the peephole.