I bent down to pick up the pieces. Then I heard the man's angry voice behind me. "Didn't you go to cook? Where's lunch?!"

I was so frightened that my hand trembled, and the vase fragment broke my finger. The blood quickly flowed out of the wound.

I put my fingers in my mouth. I looked up and found Patrick was looking at me.

For a moment, I didn't know whether I should pick up the fragments of the vase first or give him the lunch first.

I struggled for a while and then put the glass pieces beside the wall. I stood up and said, "Please wait for a...