I went downstairs to the kitchen, I wanted to prepare food for him with my hands even though I didn't know how to do it.
I thought of making pancakes, I saw one of my maids making it but I didn't pay attention to it and now I couldn't do it.
I took the eggs and broke them into a plate then I mixed flour with it, I tasted it but I had the urge to puke, it was so yuck. I tried making salads but I couldn't do it, I almost cut my fingers cutting the cabbage.
Nathan leaned on the door as he watched her, she was so bad at it, he wanted to help her but he felt like watching her, striving so hard to cut cabbage. He didn't get why she sent the maids away, they would have prepared the food but she Insisted on doing it herself.
