Chapter twenty eight

"You've been spying haven't you?" I said to Marvin. 

"Yeah, so? " Marvin said. 

"Whatever." I said. 

"Get cooking." Marvin said. 

He already stated that I don't know how to cook. Why is he still asking me to cook? 

And he isn't even telling me where to start from. 

I took a frying pan and poured oil in it like I once saw a maid do. 

I turned on the gas but it let out too huge a flame. 

I gulped and watched the flame. 

"What are you doing?!" Marvin yelled a question and turned of the gas. 

"You don't even know how to ask for help when it's clear you need help?" Marvin added. 

"If it's so clear that I need help then why didn't you help me? You know I can't do it, yet you watched me without offering your help." I said. 

"Try to be polite and ask for help. Stark's mother likes polite... " Marvin tried to say. 

"Hold it