Mental Patient

Wang Ming woke up feeling refreshed. This being the third day already without having the girls by his side, it felt weird, but right now it's for the better. The only thing bothering him more than not having his girls around him is that he had made no progress.

Nothing came out as he wanted to, either the consistency was wrong or the taste was off. He tried to make his own spice instead, but that didn't work either. If he didn't come up with something soon, then his winning chances would be a big fat 0.

After washing up, Wang Ming went down to the kitchen, the place where he had lived the past 3 days. If he had been a normal person, then the kitchen would probably be as filthy as a public toilet, but the one thing Wang Ming could never tolerate is a dirty kitchen, even at the old decrepit house he lived with his dad. He would always clean the kitchen, even the toilet could be dirty, but not the kitchen.