Clyver’s POV
I prepared a porridge, a crab soup, and a slice of garlic bread. “All done,” I said to myself. I roamed my eyes around the kitchen, thinking of the possible container for the food. I went to the cupboard and check if there are food containers. However, there’s none. I rested my hands on my waist, contemplating where can I store the food so I can deliver it to my wife. “I’m certain we have food containers here,” I whispered. Way back, she was preparing food for me and I remembered her putting it n a food container. “Where she could possibly hide it?”
In the end, I decided to put the porridge and the crab soup in two separate bowls, while I wrapped the garlic bread with tissue paper. Now, I have to search for a paper bag. Once again, my eyes traveled to the currently messy kit
