NINE
"What are you trying to do, kill me?" Norman's whining voice set her teeth on edge.
Don't tempt me, Phuong thought, setting down the cooking oil. She glanced at the cutting board, where a suitable blade sat between the chopped meat and vegetables she planned to stir fry for dinner.
"First all this weird Asian food with rice and now peanut oil? Don't you know I'm allergic to peanuts? If I didn't know better, I'd say you don't want to be my wife. Where are the potatoes? Steak? Real food that normal people have? Didn't your mum teach you to cook properly back home in Bangkok, Fiona?"
In Singapore, they'd had a cook, just like in the residential college dorm she'd lived in until she'd moved in with Norman a month ago. But she bit her tongue instead of correcting him. She'd grown resi
