Mad Boss
The Injured Hand
Questions raged on Cindekia's head. But you have to focus on cooking. She was determined to be a good and righteous wife as she was.
"Did he have another woman to give him offspring? beautiful and intelligent woman perhaps." whispers of a thought emanating from the brain of Cindekia.
Cindekia stopped washing the potatoes she had just skinned, "It could be, the child's intelligence is inherited by the mother's genes," added another thought in her head
Cindekia turned her head and stared intently at the door of her room, where Gamya was there. Probably in his study.
"Did he think my IQ wasn't high enough to pass down intelligence to his offspring?" muttered Cindekia, He switched to cutting potatoes that have been washed.
Emotionally he cut potatoes with a knife, as if he were imagining chopping a sideburn.
"Madam," Ida's sudden voice echoing in the kitchen shocked Cindekia's brutal actions.
"Yes?" Cindekia turned to the source of the voice.
"We're going home" Ida said. The workers employed in Gamya's house no one lived in his house. They'll be home by 5 p.m.
"Oh yes, thank you Miss Ida." reply Cindekia and resume the activities of chopping her.
But soon, Cindekia turned to the side. He felt that someone was watching him.
Turns out Tina, hasn't left with Ida.
"You're not coming home?"
Tina shook her head, "I'll clean the kitchen, after Madam cooks" she said.
"It's okay, you go home. Oh don't worry, you're not getting fired."
"May I help the Lady?" tina asked with her eyes staring at the chicken that had melted in the microwave, but had not yet been taken out by Cindekia.
Cindekia followed the direction of Tina's view, He just remembered about his frozen chicken that he had not had time to boil.
"Ah yes, Can you make broth?" ask Cindekia.
Of course you can, you think everyone is stupid like you? inner Tina.
"The lady wants to make a broth with that chicken?"
"Hm.. "
"Well, I'll make it." Tina took the chicken and started making broth.
He only makes broccoli potato soup. But if he cooks, so it's like cooking rendang. All the kitchen equipment is used and messy.
The chicken was in a pot of water on the stove. Tina turned to look at what Cindekia was doing. His master's wife is still with her carrots.
"Mrs will wear these chives? I'll wash and slice it." Tina pointed at the two leeks that were sprawled on the kitchen table.
"Ah no! no, no need. I'll do it myself." forbid Cindekia. He still wants to play with his knife.
"Good,"
After she finished chopping all the ingredients, Cindekia started sauteing them all, then poured the bubbling broth water, and cooked them.
Cindekia crushed potatoes, carrots, broccoli cooked on the stove with a hand blender.
"Madam, it seems like the cold water is lacking" Tina commented.
"It looks like it is,"
"I take the caldron again,"
Tina took a pot of broth from the stove on the kitchen counter between the kitchen and the dining room.
But when she was about to pour it into the soup that Cindekia was stirring, Tina deliberately slashed her hand until the broth water hit Cindekia's hand.
"Auch!" peek Cindekia immediately went to the sink to flush the tap water into her hands.
"Sorry, Madam!" tina was no less surprised.
Why is it so hot? mind Cindekia when letting her hand flow water.
Even though the first aid he did was in accordance with the procedure, still the back of his hand felt sore and reddened.
"I'm sorry Madam," exclaimed Tina sounding full of regret and worry.
"No, what-what. You better clean up the kitchen and go home."
"Mrs sure, it's okay?"
"Yes" said Cindekia, not wanting to make a scene.
To him being splashed with hot water was just a minor accident. Tomorrow too the matter will be gone