Ensaladera Novel Tupperware の小説・ストーリー

Ethan said as he looked at the lunchbox. The lunchboz had 3 compartments. "Let's open it and see what she had prepared for you." Aaron said getting excited. Mark started to open the boxes one by one. She had kept different type of dishes in every box. In the first box she had kept white sauce pasta in which mayonnaise was making the dish look more tastier. In the second box was a grilled cheese sandwhich with mashed potatoes and tomato and onion in the middle with melted butter on the top. And in the third and last box was a cartoon made up with the help of salad.With the help of remains of salad she had written 'Please Eat Me'.

I used the bathroom and snuck using his toothbrush before I joined him. My mouth watered as I watched him set the seasoned chicken on the hot grill. I froze, torn between my hunger for him and my hunger for food. “Esmerelda, I can feel you behind me. Come join me, please.” I stepped outside, and he handed me a drink. “Fresh lemon seltzer will rehydrate you.” “Thank you.” “You’re welcome.” “What’s in the tin foil?” “Potatoes, onions, and peppers.” “Excellent. You made a lot.”

Sitting still without anything to do made my nerves rattle endlessly and I was not- “I have churros!” Daniella squealed. I tore my gaze away from the old drawing, watching as Daniella sauntered in with a tray piled high with churros. She plopped down beside me on the bed, placing the tray between us with a giddy grin. “I even got some accessories to go with them! I have nutella, hazelnut spread, cinnamon sugar, and champurrado!”

he even imitated a soldier in posture for a salute. "Oh wait...." he abruptly grabbed his bag, and search for something inside. "Here, eat that so you won't starve while studying. I'll get going. See yah" he placed a clear tupperware infront of me, then walked fast to leave. Since it's transparent, I can see what was inside. It's a fruit filled box, cut into small pieces to minimize the space and maximize the volume. And there it go again, the butterflies inside my tummy are all swarming around.

“Okay, fine. You can open it now.” I practically bounced with excitement as I opened the basket. The tupperware on top was wrapped in foil. I grabbed it and peeled it off gently. “Um… what exactly is this?” I said, picking up a thin piece of what looked like meat. I sniffed it. “Chicken?” Nathaniel nodded. “Take a bite.” I did. Then I chewed slowly and swallowed. It was a bit cold. “You like it?” I nodded, taking another bite. “Not what I’m used to, but it’s pretty good.”

He said, and I chuckled, to hide my blusn. "That's thoughtful of you. Well, now my thoughtful Elias, can I know what all these plates contain?" I asked, and he began to open them. My jaw dropped. He had brought so much. There were tomato sandwiches, chicken drumsticks, mayo-less potato salad, cheddar cheese straws, classic pimiento cheese, pies, scotch eggs, buttered rolls, chips and salsa with fruit desserts that looked refreshing. "Why did you bring so much?" I asked, but he simply grinned.

I also noticed name tags on them which made me realize that Maddy's plate was less with some coleslaw while my food and Lucas's were the same. "Seems delicious and I'm very hungry," I said and took the one with my name on it. I sealed the top with the foil and dropped the bowl on the table. I spotted a seat close by and sat down on it. There was a plastic fork taped to the top of the Tupperware, so I took it off and opened the plate. The spicy scent from the plate filled my nose and watered my mouth, making me twice as hungry as I was. I stabbed the fork into the food and rolled some strands of the spaghetti around it then popped it into my mouth. The food was delicious and savory, making me

The smell of freshly baked scones, bread, and grilled meat hits my nostrils. "Where do we start?"Tay asks as he pushes the trolley through the mass of people. I turn the trolley in the lane of sweets. I put five bags of Doritos, choice biscuits, ginger biscuits, Simba chips in the trolley. "Seriously!" he asks, in disbelief. "What? It's been a while since I had them." he shakes his head in amusement and we walk to the big refrigerator. I grab an l00% orange juice and milk. I added two big yogurt containers to the trolley. We move along and I grab a small container of ice cream.

He got up from his armchair and walked over to the pantry. Teddy stood surrounded by cases of booze: gin, vodka, beer, wine, red, white, and sparkling. One fridge held soft drinks: tins of red bull, coca-cola, lemonade, Indian tonic water, and Perrier. The other held white wine and champagne. He opened the door of the latter, selected a bottle of Pol Roger, and slammed it shut. As an afterthought, he picked up the box of eggs which lay on top of the low, dark-wood Louis XIII buffet, among the tins and jars of cassoulet and haricot beans and gherkins. The eggs were the only fresh food in the house, and Teddy had no idea how fresh they were. What did he care? He returned to the fridge and took

Two dessert trolleys followed, one dedicated entirely to miniature pastries, the other to what looked like a full gelato station with six flavours and fresh waffle cones. “There's also this,” Maxwell added, placing a thermos on my desk. “Freshly pressed juice. And this.” A separate carrier with four different coffees. “He wasn't sure if you'd want hot or iced.” I stared at the spread, which now occupied half my office. My secretary, who had followed them in to make sure everything was safe, disappeared after a nod. "Guel is fucking ridiculous," I breathed. Maxwell smiled. “He said you'd say that. He also said to remind you that you didn't eat properly during breakfast."