Chapter 296

I brush my teeth and i make my way downstairs with a most destructive plan in my head.

Okay I'm going to try cooking, I am going to try cooking because immediately after using the toilet my stomach immediately began another grumble.

To be fair and honest I thought it was me just wanting to use the toilet again, but then the tremors that passed through it told me that it was another thing, it was a whole other thing that was making my stomach grumble and shake so furiously, and so I walk down the stairs, intent on getting myself something to eat.

I'm like, there's no food in the house except for pizza, and to be sincere with you I'm quite tired of eating pizza at this point. I had eaten a whole lot of it yesterday, especially with the amount that I had ordered, and to begin with pizza again this money, it isn't healthy.

I want to prepare something for myself.

I smile in hope when I see that we have a number of ingredients, we have eggs, we have some steak, we have different spices, we have some squash which I'm pretty sure that i will not be touching, we have carrots, we have some celery, we have beans, we have oats, we have, we have practically everything in this house and I'm guessing now I can see where Scott gets the ingredients he's always experimenting with.

My heart is pounding in my ears, this is the first time i am attempting cooking, no, this is the first time that I'm attempting cooking alone.

Whenever I was attempting it before my aunt was always nearby to make sure that I didn't burn down the kitchen, and even then the food always managed to come out bland and tasteless.

I grab the oats, some milk, a few eggs and a little bit of steak, okay, I'm going to have myself a literal feast today, because I absolutely can't finish all this.

I tried to refer back to the image that I have in my head as I stared into the mirror this morning, not an ounce of weight. I have not added an ounce of weight ever since i had been eating so ferociously and because of that reason, because of that, I want to eat even more.

I'm guessing I should take advantage of this shape before it disappears totally shouldn't I?.

It's not like it's my shape that keeps me from getting fat, I'm guessing that is just my body metabolism for you.

That is exactly how father would eat, and eat, and eat and never got fat.

I chuckle at myself at this as I drop the ingredients to what I want to prepare on the counter.

Okay, exactly how do I go about this. I put on some hot water intending to boil the oats and eggs and that is simple enough, the real challenge in itself is the steak.

Steak which i can eat but is my literal enemy when it comes ti cooking it.