Chapter seventeen: Failure in the kitchen

The sausages are sizzling well aren’t they? I hope I added enough flavour into them… the eggs should be nicely fried. I wish I was good at catering savoury foods, not just stupid cupcakes and cookies. A person’s daily meal consists more of savoury goods than sweets. Sweets that give you cavities and diabetes.

“Mrs Kim, your sausages are burning.” Myungsoo calmly informs, not even bothering to help.

“MYUNGSOO, MYUNGSOO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.”

“Please accept my apology Mrs Kim, I can’t cook.” I briskly walk over to the sausages and check their status, leaving my eggs behind. How am I supposed to properly cook a sausage without it being half black and half brown? Oh right, all I have to do is keep an eye on it. I grab a pair of tongs to grasp each sausage, about to dispose it into the bin. An uncomfortable feeling sinks inside me, it’s such a waste.

“Mrs Kim, your eggs are burning.” Myungsoo calmly informs, again.

“OH MY GOD!” I decide to quickly put down the plate of burnt sausages back onto the table bench to dispose later, instead I missed. I missed the table.

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The plates of sausages tumble down towards the ground, the plate shattering to pieces simultaneously.

“MYUNGSOO, MYUNGSOO! HELP ME!” I scream, thinking that I wouldn’t make it in time to the eggs.

“Mrs Kim, I may do as you wish, how do you want me to help you?” He asks, wasting time.

“THE EGGS ARE BURNING, DO SOMETHING?”

“Yes Mrs Kim.” He sternly bows, getting a glass of cold water. What is he doing? I ignore him and while picking up the shards of the broken plate. I hear a splash, it appears as though he’s chucking the cold water onto the burning eggs.

“They say water cures everything that’s burning.” He solemnly states, grabbing a random bottle and pouring its contents into the cup. “Well, this water looks quite good.” I watch as he makes his way to the burning food, about to pour in the liquid. I stare at the bottle he used, al…al…alchohol???

“OH MY GOD NO!” I scream, he turns around and stares at me, “Y-yes?”

I don’t reply and watch as he pours in some alcohol in a matter of milliseconds.

“NO!” I scream, it feels as though I’m in some drama with a slow motion effect. Myungsoo turns around while pouring the alcohol into the burning eggs , I knock the cup out of his hands, as he flinches. The cup is sent flying into the air, the remaining contents shifting out and splashing to the ground. The food is officially caught on fire, the flames raging.

“MYUNGSOO RUN! IT’S DANGEROUS!” I scream.

“Yes, Mrs Kim.” He takes a few steps back avoiding the fire, while I run for my life, slipping on something wet on the floor. The world above me is spinning, the ceiling blurred in this fast motion of gravity.

“MRS KIM!!!!” Myungsoo yells, the first time hearing panic in his voice. He tries to prevent me from falling but it’s too late. My whole body falls towards the ground, stomach first. It hurts so much it feels as if the contents in my stomach will spill out of my mouth due to the force placed upon my stomach. Myungsoo quickly comes over, and tries to help me get out, until my left leg slips again and I fall again, my hands grazing on the sharp shatters of glass from the cup and plate that collapsed onto the ground. The pain causes tears to form in my eyes, I feel that I’m going to cry a river, it hurts so much. Myungsoo places both of his hands on top of his mouth, cringing at the sight.

“What happened here? Is someone having a war in the kitchen?” Jaejoong asks, before laying his eyes on me, “What the hell happened to you? OH MY GOD YOU’RE BLEEDING, ARE YOU REALLY THIS STUPID IN THE KITCHEN?”

“I…”

“KIM MYUNGSOO,” He yells, Myungsoo widens his eyes in shock and stares at Jaejoong with a fearful expression, “WHY IS THE FIRE STILL BURNING, WHAT IF THE HOUSE BURNS DOWN? GO PUT IT OUT.”

“Yes, Mr Kim.” He replies, scurrying away as quickly as possible. “And you… you could have had some other maids around you, not just Myungsoo. Do you not know that he can’t handle the kitchen?!” He sharply lectures.

“I THOUGHT I’D BE OKAY.” I yell, sniffing.

“SHUT THE UP BECAUSE YOU’RE TOO STUPID FOR THIS STUFF, GO BACK TO BAKING.” Baking? How does he know that I’m good at baking? He’s never seen me bake before, he doesn’t even know about m