[Seven days later]
Sam wiped the sweat off his forehead with his index finger as he cried inwardly. May God never bless you with the kind of best friend he was blessed with. He carefully and skillfully transferred the hot noodles from the pot to a bowl.
"What's taking you so long?" Zhenyi's loud voice could be heard in the kitchen.
He had been treated as a maid in his own house. Was it too late to ship her back to her husband? Seemingly, he had spoiled her rotten. Her tantrums start something like this-- peel this shrimp for me? , why doesn't this tea taste like the one my Jie makes? Why is your home so messy? I'm craving midnight snacks, cook this for me, do this for me, do that for me.
"Just wait for a minute," Sam said in a very gentle voice." My dear bestie, look what I have cooked for you? Your favorite noodles. Didn't you say you love watching TV while savoring a bowl of hot and spicy noodles?"
