Stella went back to have lunch at noon after she was done treating the patients in the morning.
Allen had prepared chicken wings, steak, tomato soup, fish fillets, and salad.
"Did you make all this?" Stella asked curiously.
"Is it weird? I had nothing to do in the morning anyway. This way, you could at least eat immediately once you're back," Allen said with a smile.
"Just looking at the dishes on this table makes me hungry. I'll have a taste first," Stella pinched a chicken wing with her hand and took a bite. "Wow, it's delicious."
"Please wash your hands first," Allen said.
"Yes, sir," Stella gobbled down the chicken wing in a few bites, went to wash her hands, and came back.
Allen brought the tableware and cutlery out and said, "I wanted to make pork ribs, but I was worried that I might screw it up since I've never cooked it before."
