Chicken stew, meatball spaghetti, and chicken salad sandwiches. This much should be enough, right?
"It's done!" I proudly exclaimed as I wiped the sweat on my forehead.
Beside me, George also looked satisfied. "I'm sure the Third Young Master would love it."
I hoped so. If not, he would complain again and stress me out.
George was arranging the plate on the tray. While he moved his hand, I took a glimpse of the scar on his left hand. It seemed like a scar from something sharp. The scar began from the base of his pinky finger to his wrist. It was hidden pretty well, and people wouldn't normally notice if they weren't truly paying attention.
"George, that scar is…?"
George followed my line of vision, then replied, "Ah, this? I wasn't careful enough when holding a knife a while back."
"That must have been very painful."
