On the table was roast chicken, garlic mashed potatoes, and steamed green beans with butter.They looked and smelled very appetizing.As someone who survived on quick bites, I practically drooled on the spot.Hunger triumphed over fear.I hesitantly picked up the knife and cut myself a piece of the roast chicken. It tasted heavenly.I almost swallowed my tongue.I devoured everything on the table and even licked the plates clean.I patted my full belly and let out a satisfied burp.I praised the air. “Not bad. Keep it up tomorrow.”Then, I left for work.When I returned home in the evening, the aroma of a home-cooked meal washed over me the moment I pushed the door open.Another home-cooked dinner was waiting on the table. It was a spread of pot roast with gravy, garlic-sauteed spinach, macaroni and cheese, and a hearty vegetable soup.Once again, with zero self-restraint, I polished off every last bite.After freeloading meals for three days in a row, I started to fee
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