Let's Start A Bakery!

Chapter 39

I gave both Rex and Lionel a slice of the bread, but Rex just stared at me strangely for placing the slice directly in his hands.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Shouldn't you put it on a plate? How can you eat food with just your bare hands?" he asked, sounding disgusted.

Just eat the food and stop complaining, you idiot. Lionel is perfectly fine with eating with his hands.

Of course, I didn't actually voice that thought out loud, and instead took his cornbread, placing it on another plate, annoyed that I now had an extra dish to wash. Then, I presented the dish to him with both hands, but he still refused to take it.

"I can't eat without utensils and a napkin," He claimed. "It's improper."

"If you want to eat with a fork and knife, you have to wash the dishes yourself," I said, not moving to get utensils.

Lionel was off to the side, standing over the counter, happily munching on his slice of cornbread and brushing the crumbs that fell directly into the sink.

God, he's just like me.

Rex huffed, shoulders dropping from their tensed position, and took the plate out of my hand. I left him to his food, and started cleaning up any leftover dishes.

"Do either of you want any more butter?" I asked.

"I do!" Lionel said, snatching the butter knife out of my hands before I could react, and slathering the rest of his bread with butter.

Rex scowled at that, saying, "You act like an animal sometimes. You should set a better example as the second son."

"Who cares," Lionel said, focusing on his cornbread. "You're the only one that matters, because you're the oldest."

They started glaring at each other, and I backed off, sliding the pan of cornbread away from them.

I'll just leave them alone for now. How am I supposed to keep this cornbread safe though? Leaving it out for a day or two is fine, but I don't know if I can finish it all tomorrow.

I looked around the kitchen, thinking about what I could use to cover the cornbread.

There's no plastic wrap and no tinfoil. I guess I can just use a towel for now.

As my two brothers ate their bread and ignored each other, I grabbed a clean towel and wrapped up the cast iron skillet and left it on the counter. Then I started washing all the leftover dishes in the sink, drying them, and putting them back into their cabinets. It barely took over a minute, since I had cleaned most of everything up earlier anyways, but it felt like forever.

Lionel finished his bread first, and dusted the crumbs off himself into the sink.

"I'm going to sleep," he announced, and before anyone else could say anything, he left the kitchen.

"I'm going too," I said, feeling tired from a long day.

"Hold on," Rex grabbed onto my arm. "Who said you could leave yet?"

"I did," I replied, before yanking my arm away and hightailing it out of the kitchen.

"Leave your dirty dishes in the sink, I'm sure someone else will take care of it," I said, while walking out of the door.

As soon as the door closed behind me, I speedwalked as quickly and quietly as I possibly could, and ran into my bedroom.

Let's hope he doesn't chase me all the way over here.