I grabbed my suitcase and started packing my clothes.
"I hope I don't forget anything,"
I muttered to myself as I tried to close it.
Suddenly, Leo jumped inside and curled up into a little ball. He looked up at me with those big, innocent eyes, as if to say, "Don't leave me behind!"
"Leo, I don't need to pack you; you're coming with me anyway," I said, lifting him out. Of course, he resisted and tried to climb back in.
"No, Leo, you can't stay in the suitcase!" I laughed, placing him gently on the floor.
Next, I packed his food, treats, and toys. Once everything was ready, I picked up my phone and texted Taeng:
"Hey, meet me at our usual spot in an hour?"
After that, I opened my laptop and typed into YouTube: "How to cook for beginners."
If I don't want to end up as a burnt steak at Chak's place, I need to learn at least the basics.
I watched video after video, but I forgot half the information almost immediately. "Why did I choose this life?" I sighed and shut my laptop. Then, I left for the café.
When I arrived, Taeng was already waiting, an iced coffee sitting on the table.
"Hey, future housewife!" he greeted me with a smirk.
"Shut up," I rolled my eyes and sat down. "I wish I could turn back time."
"Maybe it won't be that bad," he tried to encourage me.
"Living with Chak? The human ice bomb that could explode at any second? It's going to be a nightmare. I just hope he doesn't watch my every move."
Taeng burst out laughing. "Let's just hope you don't burn his kitchen down."
"I hope so," I muttered, taking a sip of my coffee. "Otherwise, I'll be repaying my mistake for the rest of my life."
That's when I had a genius idea. I looked at Taeng with newfound excitement.
"What if YOU went to my boss instead? You're a great cook, and I'll take your place at work!"
Taeng looked at me as if I had just suggested robbing a bank together. "Are you insane? If I showed up at Chak's doorstep, he'd fire me on the spot."
"Eh, worth a try," I sighed.
"But," he continued, "I can give you some cooking tips to make things easier."
"Please!" I grabbed his arm in desperation.
Taeng smirked. "Alright, get your notebook ready, my friend. Welcome to the hell of basic cooking."