124 Cooking

I really don't want to wake up…

Hai~, it's only 4:00am but that should be enough time for me to cook up some food.

Senior didn't have any good food inside her fridge, making me look for any supermarkets that were open at such an early hour.

It was easy to search for a market that was opened because of the lights but pinpointing one with good reputation and cheap prices would be difficult.

The drowsiness began taking over as Red milked me dry for a couple of continuous hours.

I think I might want coffee.

At this point, wandering around the local shops to gather some food, I eventually became lazy and just returned home.

My body had already been cleansed of some smells and alcohol while my hair was now in a messy state.

I didn't want to disturb my little sister with her sleep and when reminded of how she told me my cooking was too noisy, I decided on an alternative.

It was a roundabout method that was extremely stupid but I shrugged at it.

My plan was first gather some food for today's lunch and dinner.

But I felt like I was in a good mood which was why I also wanted to make some breakfast and a cup of coffee for getting the necessary energy to make it through the day.

I would then bring the ingredients and containers back to Red's apartment to cook before heading back and placing the containers in the fridge.

It was an overall pointless idea but I was a little interested in what I might find in Red's apartment.

Closing the door in a quiet manner, my younger sister had yet to wake up and I only brought the minimal required for creating a feast.

Some simple bread and coffee for breakfast.

Rice with some side dishes for lunch.

A meat dish and a vegetable dish with rice would be for dinner.

I had already organized what to cook in my head as I made my way into Red's apartment and couldn't help but get rid of the beer cans littering the ground.

Looking into the cupboard and pushing the taser out of sight, I was surprised that one of the frying pans actually looked used.

Senior could cook!

I never expected a sloppy person who looks like they're constantly one big slob of a human being to actually know how to cook.

It seemed she placed money on the line since the industry only has such a limited time….

I probably would've done the same if it was for the sake of money as I measured the amount of water needed for the rice cooker.

Red was probably a heavy sleeper who didn't notice the sound cooking but seeing as she didn't have a toaster, I had to use the frying pan to toast the bread.

My clothes were a little messy after last night and after my curiosity got piqued, I began searching for tasers all over the apartment.

There were roughly 20+ scattered in hidden places that were mixed with some kinky objects that may have been requested by her customers.

They are surprisingly high quality which made me guess the price to probably average out at $30.00.

These are cheap compared to the stupidly expensive tasers that could cost up to $349.00.

I could buy so many potatoes with that type of money.

Since she roughly has 20 of them and each roughly cost $30.00

20*30.

Ahem, WHO SPENDS $600.00 ON TASERS.

This amount of money… I could pay off so much water bills with this.

My senior was more like a nouveau riche that liked to keep their wealth a secret if she could spend this much money on tasers.

Is there a secret organization that compares their tasers to others and treat them like wine?

"Ah yes, I see you have the 50 volt tasers crafted in Germany that originated from the design of a nihilistic philosopher."

"Indeed so, but it pales to my 46.5 volt taser, tested by the finest and was meant to be gifted to a king"

Get, this, dialogue, out, of, my, head.

There was just a tempting idea inside my head to start repeatedly smashing my head onto the table so that I would never have to remember such dialogue.

Red who was in a sleepy stupor suddenly stumbled on my awkward position that was contemplating whether to commit self harm.

It wasn't a good idea to ruin such a perfect face which was why I shamelessly returned to my seat and took a bite of toast and hoped she didn't notice what I was trying to do.

My senior was currently rubbing her eyes, meaning she probably thought she was hallucinating for a moment.

I welcomed her to the wondrous feast: "Hungry?"

She didn't attempt to even give an answer as she had already began devouring the bread without a hint of femininity but sipped the coffee in small servings.

The industry was weird for one, such unusual behavior was actually popular?

Maybe I should start doing that…

It was already getting a little late for my liking if I wanted to make it back to my apartment with my meals which was why I soon told Red to havea good day before leaving.

There was one part of my heart that told me to not take the money offered by senior out of respect and kindness but I wasn't a kindred spirit.

I would instead be an idiot who would place their family into poverty because of that one mistake.

Mistakes are like dominoes, knock one down and you'll continue to make more mistakes.

They should just be avoided if you don't want to get hurt.

….

I went out of my way to drop off the meals at my apartment to be refrigerated but there was no point for the container that contained our lunches.

They were still slightly warm which was why I left them out.