UOB had many great qualities, but its cafeteria food was pretty bland.Although I had come to campus hoping to cook my own food, I learned pretty quickly that I was only capable of two culinary endeavors.Scrambled eggs and mix jarred sauce with pasta. Oh, and heating stuff. I was pretty good at that, too. A week after I’d come to UOB, I tried to cook grilled chicken. How hard could it be, I’d thought. It was just frying the chicken until it was cooked. I had a kitchen thermometer and a trusted, five-star review recipe open on my laptop. With them, I felt pretty prepared.Two hours later, half the kitchen was a mess, the chicken had burned into cinders, and I’d set off the fire alarms and triggered the tiny water nozzles on the ceiling, thus flooding the kitchen. Suffice to say, from then on, I was banned from cooking in the communal kitchen.So, unless Vallory cooked and felt generous, I had to rely on the takeout, cafeteria, or instant noodles for sustenance. Even if I could affo
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