232 Somehow Found You 3 (1/2)

When the next day dawned, instead of coming out to have his regular jogging, Chris spent time in the kitchen trying to make something to eat.

Unfortunately...

”...”

Chris went silent. He couldn't retort.

There was indeed smoke coming off his kitchen's stove, and the thing lying at the bottom of the casserole was nowhere near something which could be called 'food'.

The system that 'saw' his twitching lips felt proud and began to flame him again.

”...”

Chris' insides hurt.

Aside from the smell, the sight too was very unbearable.

So he averted his eyes.

He couldn't help but wonder if all the luck he had in his body got turned into unluckiness when it comes to this skill just so a half-host like him wouldn't become too much of a game-breaker.

'Why cooking out of all possible life skills?'

He cursed out.

That was when the childish thing in his head tauntingly added,

'... Can you die, please?'

Without a choice, he could only take out his phone and bother someone for help.

When the call went through, he said his hello and then went straight to the point.

”I'm sorry, but can you cook something light but still filling?”

It was very early in the morning, at least for the call's receiver who almost barely and subconsciously pressed the accept button.

However, when she heard the voice coming from her device, her sleepiness flew away and her upper body immediately rose from her comfortable and fluffy bed.

”Chris?”

The woman asked just to make sure.

”Ah, yeah, this is me. I need help. It's about making a light dish. But if you can't, I'll probably just do a search on the web and see if there's a place-------”

”Aaaaaaah! No need! I'll come over! I'll also bring some ingredients from my home.”

And before he could even express his gratitude, the woman who feared that he would say anything otherwise hung up the call.

He stared blankly at his phone for a couple of moments before tilting his head to the side and flexing his neck a bit.

After pocketing the device, his gaze went back to his literally dirty kitchen.

Then headache assaulted him, together with the system.

”... I guess, I just have to throw all evidence into the garbage can outside.”

”...”

It had always been annoying, but at least, it used to be a bit obedient and timid.

Just who taught it to poke fun at others?

...

Chris greatly appreciated that Alessa arrived a little more than twenty minutes after they talked.

He saw that she was only in skintight jeans and blue oversized shirt. Her hair was tied up, and she only had some lip gloss and foundation on. Since she just also woke up, her face looked very fresh and innocent. It was quite a contrast to the times she was in full makeup.

She was carrying an eco-bag which he assumed held the ingredients she was talking about earlier.

”Sorry for the trouble... Come in.”

The woman giggled then walked into the penthouse.

Chris let her through before following behind her.

”It's an urban legend that Chris Meyer, the great actor, couldn't make anything edible.”

After they reached the kitchen, she laughed as she faintly smelled something inexplicable which made her nose wrinkled.