While I was enjoying the candy, Ryan sent a text message, saying that tonight he wanted to eat vegetable soup and sweet and sour fried ribs.

This guy is starting to see me as a cook. But it's okay, he gave me a lot of money and I can also eat these expensive foods. There is profit, there is no loss.

In the afternoon, I took the bus to the supermarket, bought food, and then went home.

I was in no hurry to cook because Ryan said he had a meeting, scheduled to last until seven o'clock in the evening.

I feel like I am a wife, cooking and waiting...