Elena woke up 由 noises coming from downstairs. She rubbed her eyes and checked the alarm clock. Nine o’ clock. Time to get up. She put on her dressing-gown and her slippers and walked down the stairs. The noise came out of the kitchen. She walked in and saw Damon making breakfast. He was baking pancakes. Elena sniffed the scent and sneaked up behind Damon. She threw her arms around his waist, laying her head on his back. Damon placed the pan off the cooker and turned around. “Did I wake you?” he asked a little concerned. Elena nodded. “But that’s okay. I want to be the first to have a taste” Damon reached out to a plate with a pile of pancakes. He took the upper pancake and held it in front of Elena. “They’re so thin” Elena noted. “Pancakes are supposed to be thick” “No, American 薄煎饼, 煎饼 are supposed to be thick” Damon corrected Elena. “It doesn’t hurt to try something else every once in a while” Elena looked suspicious at the pancake. “So, what kind is it then?” she asked careful. Damon smirked. “It’s a recipe from Belgium. They’re supposed to be really good in the 食物 area” “What’s the difference, other than the thickness?” Elena asked. Who knew what those crazy Belgian people put in their food? Just because they liked their food, didn’t mean she would. Look at the British people. They thought their meals were good, and it probably was good, if you’re not used to better. “They use regular 牛奶 instead of buttermilk” Damon said. “I thought regular 牛奶 makes 你 fat” Elena 说 frowning. Damon raised his eyebrows. “Elena, these are pancakes, they make 你 fat anyway. But one’s not going to hurt” he 说 and he put the pancake in Elena’s mouth.
“Two days ago” Damon answered and the memory of it made his eyes go wet. Not because he was in pain, but because he was angry. He was never humiliated like that ever before.
“I’ll get the first aid kit, 你 stay here” Elena 说 and she left the kitchen.
