A Reason to Get Out of Hell

"Should I eat this?" Steven protested when he saw the food I ordered for him.

"Well, you don't have to, but if you're hungry, you should eat it. You don't have any choice, because you just recovered from typhoid fever. After all, you must be grateful that I treat you a plate of steamed rice, not porridge anymore," I said with a smile.

"I've been helping you all day, and you repay me with this mushy food?"

"Sir, I do thank you for all your help. But, it isn't my fault if you have to eat mushy food like this."

"Then what did you order?" said Steven as he took a spoon and fork and wiped it with a tissue.

"Oh, that's my dinner coming," I replied while looking at a waitress who walked towards me while carrying a plate of my favorite food.