Chapter 8 He Makes Good Food The show had barely been running for ten minutes when three staff members abruptly quit . The remaining crew flat - out refused to take over as director . Finally , one of the assistant producers stepped up and shouted , " We don't have a script ! Just focus on being authentic and natural . Guests , feel free to do your thing ! " Then , like a gust of wind , he disappeared without a trace . The guests exchanged glances , unsure of what to do . The silence was so heavy . I sniffed the air instinctively . Was that … the same resigned energy I was giving off ? Could it be that everyone here had already decided the show was a lost cause and collectively chosen to give up ? Angela leaned in closer to me and whispered , " Yunice , whatever you want to do , I'm with you . " My gaze wandered toward the kitchen . " Food . I'm starving . " It was past noon , yet no one had bothered to mention lunch ! Alicia and Jeremy were still sulking at each other . Angela and Henry ? They had barely washed a vegetable in their lives . The Stone brothers weren't much better , as both were notorious kitchen disasters . They exchanged a glance , then quickly looked away , clearly embarrassed . I sighed and said internally , ' Look , I'm not exactly a master chef , but I probably won't burn the kitchen down … Right ? I mean , it should be edible . ' Three minutes later , I found myself holding a potato , completely stumped . A tall figure loomed over me , casting a shadow on my indecision . Donald let out a low chuckle , then gently took the knife from my hand . " Let me handle this . " " Can you cook ? " "A little . " He rolled up his sleeves and began washing and chopping vegetables neatly . Even such ordinary movements felt like they were straight out of a drama scene . ' Alas , how can such a good man have such a short life ? Should I warn him about it ? ' I lamented internally . Donald slowed his movements .