In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 121

He said that he didn’t want me to go into the kitchen, so I don’t follow him in and stay with Steven Song and Whitney.

About one hour later, Frances Louis comes out with a pot of congee.

Rice congee, which in burnt on the bottom.

“Finally I got a chance for cruise tour and this is what you give me for lunch?” Steven Song looks at the pot reluctantly.

I ate rice congee made by Frances Louis before, but I never thought that he would overcook it again.

He is really a bad cook.

“Eat or starve.”

Frances Louis says lightly, feeling embarrassed.

“I will have some congee.” Whitney takes a bowl, her face full of smile.

She holds up the bowl and nibbles at it, her face full of satisfaction.

I can see that she really loves Frances Louis. She can even flatter him for such terrible food he made.

“I'll go to the kitchen to see if there is anything else we can eat. What about you?” Steven Song says to me.

“I choose to starve.”

I purse my lips.

While Whitney flatters him, but I don’t want to. If I choose to eat for his sake, my stomach would suffer.

Fortunately, Steven Song finds two pieces of bread. He gives me one piece and sighs, “Looks like there has to be some waiters to serve, at least there should be a cook, or if the guests can't cook, they would starve to death.”

Frances Louis stands aside and looks at his congee in the pot, probably hesitating to eat it or not.

He is an exquisite man. If there is something that is unpalatable for me, it would be harder for him to swallow.

Looking at my bread, I break it off and share with him.

“Mr. Louis, if you don’t mind…”

Frances Louis glances at me and says coldly, “I won't eat other people’s leftover.”

What?

What did I hear?

He stole a beef from my mouth last night and now tell me that he doesn’t eat other people’s leftover? Does he have no shame?

“Have some congee. I think it’s not bad, except a little burnt smell.”

Whitney says and gives Frances Louis a bowl of congee.

Frances Louis frowns and picks up a spoon reluctantly.

He looks like he really doesn’t want to eat his congee.

He deserves it! He doesn’t want my bread, then have your burnt congee!

Suddenly the cruise’s alarm goes off. Everyone stands up in alarm.

Steven Song picks up his phone at once and makes a call.

“What happened?”

“President, there will be a strong wind on the sea in an hour. There is no time to turn back to the dock now. If you continue sailing, you will definitely meet the storm, which will be very dangerous. For safety, we will steer the cruise to a shore 100 nautical miles east. There is an island. You can only stay on the island temporarily and wait for the storm to pass.”

“What?”

“Storm?”

My heart almost stops.

Damn it! Would the ship sink like Titanic as I said?

Steven Song turns to look at me meaningfully, “I'm wondering whether to make you talk less in the future or not to take you out. This is the first time I sailed out and meet the storm. If our fates are like the people in Titanic, I can only say that you are Rose reincarnated.”

The cruise sails to the east quickly, and soon we arrive at the island.

I watch from a distance, and the scenery on the island is pretty good. It can’t be so miserable as I thought.

I go to the kitchen and carry all the meat from the refrigerator, so that even if we couldn’t leave for a while, we wouldn’t starve.

Frances Louis and Steven Song also carry some emergency supplies. I don’t check what they take exactly, so we get off the ship.

As soon as we get on the island, we hear the sound of waves crashing.

“Go inside, that would be safer.”

Frances Louis points at the depth of the forest.

But, will there be snakes, wolves or tigers in the forest?

Thinking of these things make me gulp.