Grocery Store
1116 Words
ROSALINE POV
"Munchkin I'm leaving I'll come home late ok. Don't wait for me."
"Okay."
I'm having a strong feeling that max is involved in some type of g**g or drugs, he's not mostly at home, Maybe, maybe I should just stop thinking these rubbish thoughts or stop reading so many g**g and d**g dealing stories. Am I gone crazy?
What should I do now? I looked around. Book reading? Nah I have a lot of time to read books like whole summer....umm watch TV? Nah. My stomach growled. I went into the kitchen to get something to eat. I was shocked to see that there was no food left.
Ughhhh.... Max, you're so irresponsible.
I should go to the grocery store. I locked up my house and went to the grocery store. I want to eat fried rice with chicken. I collect all the ingredients when I heard someone whispering
"I don't know dude....how to make this stuff. I'm screwed."
I looked around to see the same boy who bumped into me yesterday. He was talking on his phone. I was left to pay my bill when someone's cart hit mine.
"Oops...my bad," he said.
When I saw who hit my cart he was non-other than the boy from yesterday.
"Hey, I think I already saw you somewhere?"
Yeah but I don't care. . .
"Yeah.. you're the girl whom I bumped yesterday right?" I just nodded.
He looked at my cart actually he stared at my cart.
"What are you making? I mean what are you making using these ingredients." He said pointing his finger to my cart.
Is he always this weird? He doesn't look like a weirdo judging from his clothes but you know they always say Don't judge a book by its cover.
"Fried rice with chicken," I replied.
"You know how to cook? I mean you look like only 16 or 17. Girls at your age don't know how to cook."
Okay, I'm sure he had offended a lot of girls in this world.
I wonder why this stranger is asking me so many questions.
Yes, Mr.stranger I know how to cook because I love cooking that's why I started to learn cooking when I was 12. Again I don't wanna be rude so I simply said.
"Yes I know how to cook."
"Great I need your help."
"What?"
"I want you to teach me how to make fried rice with chicken."
"Excuse me?"
Why should I teach a stranger? I don't know him. Hell, I don't even know his name.
"I'll pay you."
Now I was angry. I'm not his maid or his cooking teacher.
"I don't need your money now get a side I need to pay my bill."
Rich jerk!
I pay my bill and left the grocery store.
"Hey...hey listen."
I looked back to see him coming near me.
"What do you want Mr.stranger?"
"I want you to help me with this." he showed me his bags which has the same ingredients as mine. When did he pick up all these ingredients? Damn, he's fast.
"Why should I? If you want to pay then you should pay a chef, cooking classes or someone else who wants to teach you."
"Listen I don't have much time and you have to help me," He said looking at his watch.
Okay maybe he's rich, like a lot but he can't make people do whatever he wants. He's definitely a spoiled brat.
"What do you mean?"
"Okay so here it is. My friends dared me to walk two streets backwards but they didn't tell me that I shouldn't bump into anyone so as I was walking backwards_"
That's so stupid, What are they? Five?
"You bumped into me right?" I cut him off.
"Yeah.." he said while rubbing his hand at the back of his neck.
"I need to cook him food by myself and I_
"-don't know how to cook ?" I cut him off again.
I mean it will be funny to see a spoiled, arrogant man struggling to make something in the kitchen.
"You're so smart so what do you say?"
No.
Just kidding.
I normally don't help strangers because for god sake they are strangers but I kinda feel guilty because he bumped into me so I decided to help him but in my way.
"Okay, I'll help."
"Really thank you." He said that smiling.
"Come on we can go to my home where you can tea_" I cut him off.
Woah Woah Woah what he is saying? To his house? No way dude.
"No I'll cook for you and you can give that to your friend."
"He'll figure it out."
"He won't trust me."
No don't trust me, I'm sure you don't even know how to chop veggies, He'll definitely figure it out.
"What if he asks me how to make this stuff?"
"Just memorize the method on the internet, Google it, get some information and if he asks just tell him the method. This will be your first time to make something. You'll eventually burn something or maybe the food doesn't even taste good and it'll take a lot of time to teach you."
"Your idea is not that bad".
"Tell me your address so that I'll pick up the food". He said
Hell yeah like I'll give my address to a stranger.
"Meet me here after two hours," I told him.
Wait
"Hey, why can't you order the food from the restaurant."
"Because my friend can easily figure out the difference in the taste between homemade and restaurant, So, no benefit in doing that."
"I'm getting late I'll see you after two hours."
"Wait for miss can I know your n_"
Without listening to his full sentence I walked from there.
I reached home and started to make chicken and fried rice.
My mom said my food tastes really good that I can be a chef.
Finally, after one hour, food was ready.
I packed the food of that wait I didn't even know his name. How can I be so stupid? Doesn't matter it's not that I'm going to meet him again after helping him
.
I tasted the food and it tastes really good. My stomach growled again. Maybe I should eat a little. As I was eating I looked at the watch.
"Damn I'll be late."
I packed some for myself so that I could eat peacefully at the nearby park.
I arrived at the same place where I told him to meet me after two hours but he wasn't there.
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