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Dell groaned rubbing his tummy “Should I order food for you?” Dante asked him and he shook his head “I don't want any food I just want home cooked pasta” Dell pouted, “Dell we can just order food, pasta is pasta right?” Zack muttered in confusion and we all nodded except Dell “No, eatery pastas gives me allergies, I don't know if it's what they cook or because it's from the eatery but it always makes me nauseous and right now I want to eat only pasta my tummy is hurting so bad” Dell whined rubbing his tummy

Intensifying the aroma and pervaded her senses. She couldn’t deny that it looked delicious and would probably even taste better. Dylan pulled out a smaller bowl and scooped out a considerable amount of shredded chicken meat from the thick consistency broth along with jiggling twisted pasta, diced vegetables—carrots, potato, corns, green beans, and parsley sprinkled on top. Dylan also put a spoon on the bowl for her to taste it. Rachel's stomach raved inside her, encouraging her to plunge down in it, despite the fact that it is steaming hot would melt down her tongue if she tried to.

“Mr. Vexley, do you know what goes into making cold pasta salad with that spicy kick? Do you have any vinegar or chili oil at home?” Leif said, “Yes.” “You do? Hmm... just so you know, regular pasta won’t cut it if we want the right texture...” she began, launching into her explanation. She chatted all the way, about how to make it, how to control the heat, how to mix the sauce. Leif listened quietly, occasionally asking a question or two to show he was paying attention. Their voices carried down the road, and under the streetlights, their shadows stretched long behind them. Eventually, those two shadows overlapped, merging into one—becoming a single silhouette.

She settled on the side table in the sitting area. Brayden began to dish up their meals as Meredith sat back down at the island. He was grating fresh parmesan over the pasta. It was made up of fusilli pasta, cottage and ricotta cheese blend, red pasta sauce, ground beef, secret blend of spices, or at least her father had told Brayden it was a secret blend. And topped with shredded mozzarella and grated parmesan. “Do you want to eat here?” Brayden asked as Meredith was still sitting at the island.

He gazes back at me with wide, innocent eyes. “Yes, you can.” Shaking my head since I should’ve expected that from an alpha, I point at a high stool on the other side of the kitchen island. “Sit. We can have the salad while I put the pasta on to boil.” Jackson sits. “And if I don’t like salad?” I pull the bowl of salad from the refrigerator I made earlier with pieces of chargrilled chicken, bacon, parmesan, and a lemon and garlic vinaigrette. “I didn’t ask you if you liked it.”

It’s just pasta and dressing I fought a grin. Me: I’ll ask him for his recipe. I’m sure his version is “right” Tea: Hahaha alright. Thanks, girl, I can’t wait! See you tonight! I liked her message, and with a sigh, pulled up my text with Zed and asked for his recipe. He sent it over a few minutes later, and I scanned the ingredients. It was pretty simple, with just some rotini pasta, a store-bought Italian dressing, and some olives and tomatoes. I needed to get to work on it, but couldn’t do so without a trip to the store.

It didn't look like she had been bawling just moments ago. She didn't refuse Daniel's kind offer and followed him to the dining room. Daniel brought two bowls of mashed potatoes from the kitchen, placing the one with the larger portion in front of Rebecca. "I had planned to make some pasta for you because I thought it'd be more filling. But I'm low on groceries at the moment, and I've run out of sauce. I heated some mashed potatoes for us instead," he explained. Serving a bowl of plain pasta would be unappealing.

Adrian chopped up the tomatoes and cucumber, tossing them with the mozzarella balls in balsamic dressing, salt, and pepper. While the pasta simmered in the sauce, I prepared the sandwiches, cutting the loaf of bread the long way. I drizzled it with olive oil, brushing a light layer of plain yogurt over it, then laid out slices of the cured meat, provolone, tomato, and cucumbers. The final product was delicious. Lucas, much to Adrian’s pleasure, ate everything on his plate and even asked for a second helping of pasta with extra parmesan. It was a far cry from the little boy who wouldn’t even eat his vegetables when I first met him.

PLEASURE Madonna's Pov "Is that Russian food?," I asked before I could stop myself. Oliver barked out a laugh and looked up from the pot of boiling water to glance at me over his shoulder. "No it's not" "It's a rather simple dish, actually. It just sounds fancy." I listened to him as l sat on the one of the stools at the kitchen island to watch him as he cooked. "Garlic, olive oil, parsley and Parmigiano_ reggiano tossed with angel hair pasta.... It's Italian and so simple to cook", He spoke.

Alpha Wiliams held up a plate for me. Nothing really sounded good. My stomach was in knots enough. Still, I took the plate and looked at my options. There were two different pasta options. One was tortellini and the other was more of a pasta salad with protein added to it. Then there was either cantaloupe or grapes for sides. Tossing some tortellini on my plate and a few grapes, I just went to Maddox’s desk and sat down. “What is the plan when they get here?” Steele asked, looking at Maddox. Maddox had watched me sit down, before he looked back at Steele.