Having gone without food for an entire day, her stomach growled hungrily.
Anna Jadwin licked her lips, unable to resist smacking them: "So fragrant... Daddy's Curry Chicken Rice... so delicious..."
Wayne Bailey stroked her sweat-dampened hair, tucking her in with a blanket.
How could she still dream about food at a time like this?
Thinking of her hunger made him feel uneasy.
Outside the window, the morning light reflected off the dewdrops, casting a colorful halo on the delicate leaves.
The Baileys' Manor's kitchen was nearly in disarray, with all the servants and chefs in utter astonishment.
Mr. Bailey had entered the kitchen, saying that he was going to make Curry Chicken Rice?
He had never held a spoon handle or picked up a kitchen knife before.
But now, he wouldn't allow anyone to help; from washing vegetables, chopping, to frying, he did everything himself.
