"Oh? Have you found someone?"
I had a vague idea of what he was up to.
Dad stuck out his neck, his eyes flashing with eagerness.
"I asked a relative to help me find someone. She's younger than the ones you hired, in her forties, hardworking, and more reliable than you found."
I smiled knowingly and said, "Alright then."
Perhaps my smile was too sinister, as Dad gave me a suspicious glance.
I rubbed my hands together in anticipation.
I had such a hard time finding Doris in my past life. This time, she was walking right into my trap.
"Ugh—"
I spat out the food in my mouth and slammed my hand down on the table, my face filled with disgust. "Doris, how did you make this food so awful? How much oil did you use?"
Doris smirked, "Miss Taylor, you just don't understand. Cooking should use more oil, otherwise it won't taste good. Your dad loves my cooking."
She winked at my dad. "Mr. Taylor, isn't that right?"
My dad, who was watching TV, didn't even turn his head. "Yes! Doris' food is great."
I grabbed a napkin to wipe my mouth and started calculating on my phone.