Chapter 27 Screwed Up

• “Hey, there isn't anything in the fridge, so what am I supposed to do?” I turned towards the living room and yelled.
• Without even looking up from the screen, his slender fingers never stopped typing as if they were dancing across the keyboard. However, the words that left his lips the next second were unpleasant.
• “Are you the caregiver, or am I the caregiver? All I care about is the food. You should take care of the rest.”