Shopping

Without wasting time, Randy picked the pot and rinsed it. He switched on the gas cooker and nearly filled the pot with water before placing the pot on the gas burner. He turned and began to pace around the kitchen while Vicky watch. He saw what he was searching for, the bag of rice.

He scubbed it with a plate and poured what he thought would be enough without bothering to measure it. With the way she was handling kitchen utensils, Vicky knew that he was going to cook what non of them would eat.

"Hey!" Vicky called.

"What is that again?" Randy asked. There was a trace of anger in his voice and Vicky could notice.

"Let me assist you. Though you don't help me when I cook but I will help you." Randy wanted to say no but he knew better that he wasn't gonna cook eatable dish. Vicky took over, while Randy help till they finished cooking. She fried the chickens herself and demanded he should serve her which he did after complaining.

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When they were done eating, Vicky went to her room and t