Hangover Soup

Before the first rays of morning sunlight shone through the window lattice, Lyle opened his eyes.

His mind was a little sluggish for a moment. He reached for the phone Raizel bought yesterday, it was 5:15 a.m. He woke up late today.

His bare feet accurately found the slippers next to the bed. He headed to the window. At this time, Raizel should already be reciting sutras before the stone steel.

There was nobody in the garden. He waited for over an hour but Raizel did not show up. Lyle felt very discontented like a routine he had gotten used to had suddenly been broken.

The rays of sunlight have started to brighten the sky outside. His stomach rumbled loudly and he instantly felt hungry.

Then, he immediately remembered something very important—

Raizel came back drunk last night. On the day before to his disappointment, Raizel did not stay for dinner so he had not bothered to cook.