I sneered in my heart thinking, "May you take good care of this damn demanding man."
It was my first day of living together with Zack.
He shocked me so much.
He got up at 6 a.m. to prepare breakfast with two different kinds of flavors.
Everything was handmade. He did so to make sure I ate things healthy and safe.
I thought he, a bionic person, couldn't touch water, but he took a shower every day and paid great attention to personal hygiene.
He even cooked various foods that were beneficial for my menstrual period when I had my period.
I was amazed by his series of actions.
Soon, we encountered a difficult problem in life.
Zack looked at me attentively and said, "We don't have money to buy groceries. When are you going to go out and work to earn money?"
I sighed.
In the past few days, he bought expensive ones to make sure I eat and drink well. We had spent almost all the money at home.
I looked at the few remaining balances.
"Don't worry. There will be money!"
I planned to create a self-media Instagram account and become a food blogger.
However, the food blogger was not me but Zack.
He only had to shoot the process of cooking every day and edit it, and I would act as a diner.