Novel & Cerita Dada Terasa Panas Saat Menelan Makanan

I said . "Ohh."She tried to process my words while the young boy handed us our food.It was so hot,coming into our plates directly from the burning coals. "Its..its so hot."She blew some air as her mouth started burning due to extra chilli on the freshly cooked meat. "Hey are you alright?"I took the plate from her and handed her a bottle of water. Her eyes were flowing and my throat burnt like hell. "Yeah..I am..okay it just my taste buds doesn't want over spicy flavors or may be my tummy too."She forced a smile feeling awful.

I picked up the spoon with shaky hands and started gulping the soup down. My tongue, lips, mouth, throat everything was burning and my stomach was literally on fire. After finishing the soup I ate the sauted vegetables and threw the spoon in the dustbin and now I regretted doing what I did. My everything was burning and I was hissing now and then. I started feeling dizzy like I'm gonna pass out. Tears streaming down my eyes and my lips completely swollen. I felt like something stuck in my throat and there is volcano inside my stomach. "W-water." I whispered out very slowly.

Just a step into the house and I could feel my tummy rumbling, it felt like I was about to puke all over the place--- eating too much can do that to a person. *Grumble* the sound made from my tummy like my whole system flushed out and was ready for excretion, sweats formed on my forehead as the tummy grumbled several times, I thought how embarrassing it will be if Damon saw me like this but cared less when it got so serious.

I sat on the cold marble floor beside the table, like a pet, his pet—and I began to eat. One bite. Two. The taste was sweet. Rich. Creamy. The bile in my throat mixed with it like a curse. He wanted me to eat? Fine. I’d eat. I kept shoveling the spoon into my mouth, ignoring the shaking of my hands and the burn rising in my throat. Then I felt it. The heat. First behind my ears, crawling like fire ants along my jawline. Then my chest. My skin itched, tightening over my body as my pulse quickened. My breathing became shallow, and my throat—

Come here," I said as I grabbed Freya's wrist and told her to sit beside me after I placed all our orders on the glass table. She looked hesitant but eventually started eating. I also took the first spoon from the dish that had been placed on my plate. As soon as the spicy food touched the tongue, it felt like fire immediately spread throughout the mouth. I tried to stay calm, holding back the burning spiciness, but honestly, this was way beyond my tolerance limit. Sweat started to trickle down my forehead, and I could feel the heat spreading to my stomach. However, I still tried to smile and continue eating, not wanting Freya to feel uncomfortable.

He even wanted to drink the sauce. “I remember you don’t like spicy food,” she said. Conrad put down the bowl and spoon. He felt as if his stomach and mouth were burning. And so, he went to grab a glass of water. After two glasses of water, it felt like the spiciness intensified instead. “Why is it so spicy?!” He was almost burning. Fia munched on another piece of beef. “I don’t think it’s spicy. You’re the one that can’t eat any spicy food.

Cade noticed Fay's sweaty face. "No. No! I can still eat. Just want to rest for a while. Seeing the way you eat, I don't think I need to rush." Fay reasoned. Cade's stomach was also starting to feel uncomfortable. He felt unsure about continuing on the third piece. Normally he would only eat one piece of steak. And he had already finished two. But seeing Fay's pale face, he endured the discomfort. He took the water bottle and drank a little. As for Fay, when she saw Cade put a small piece of meat into her mouth, she felt her stomach churn violently. The girl smothered her mouth. Her gaze fell on the steak in her lunchbox. Fay's stomach contents seemed to move up her esophagus.

A wave of embarrassment crossed his face. He quickly let go, looking like a child caught doing something wrong. His hoarse voice was weak. “I didn’t expect to get a fever.” “Could it be the spicy food?” I still suspected the meatballs were the culprit. “It’s not that I can’t eat spicy food.” Afraid I’d get angry, he confessed honestly, “My throat has been feeling a bit off these past couple of days.” “Your throat was sore, and you still ate so many spicy meatballs?” I was furious. “Everett, do you have a death wish?”

His warm, spicy scent is a complement to the spices in my food. Malix has stopped channel surfing on some sitcom with a laugh track, and every time the audience roars at a joke, I get a twitch in my eye. Nothing to do now but settle in and wait. I take a bite of my burrito, cringing when the exterior is hotter than lava and the interior is still half-frozen. I force myself to chew and not gag, though I almost consider tossing this in the trash and going to chase down a rabbit instead.

She quickly filled her plate with all her favorites. "So many tasty foods!" she exclaimed. "I can't control myself." She began to eat ravenously, oblivious to the stares of the other guests. Rehan watched her in disgust, but Shama didn't care. She was too busy enjoying her meal. As she was savoring a particularly delicious piece of paneer, she felt a burning sensation in her mouth. She gasped in surprise and spat out the food. "What the hell?" she exclaimed. "This is too spicy!"