Happy Pasta Novels & Stories

“I know, right? Princesses don't cook. Now run along.” “You are impossible!” She said before stomping out of the kitchen. SHAWN'S POV Did she just say he was impossible? A kettle calling pot black. Not wanting to dwell on some daddy's brat, He got to work. He brought out frozen steak from the freezer, veggies, pasta from the drawer, and other ingredients he needed. His fathers company produces Frozen fast food that when microwaved can be eaten and still give a homemade feeling and taste. He was going to use the company's already made sauce for the pasta. No jokes, but his father's products are the best.

The one called Zeus also smiled at her while Aizen just slightly nod his head “Nice to meet all of you! Can someone set up the table? I’ve already finish cooking” Heizhen immediately stand up and get the utensils while Lian go back infront of the stove to mix the pasta and sauce. After a while, she transfer the spaghetti on a very large bowl then carry them to the table “What a good fragrance, what food is that?” Zeus squeeze in beside her as soon as she sat at put down the bowl She smiled at him before answering “It’s called spaghetti. Try it, I’m sure you’ll gonna like it”

“A.D be careful of this man.” The house erupted into a ripple of happy chatter, “The pasta will get soggy, guys! Don’t make me cook if you’re not hungry!!” Margaret cried. “I’m so hungry, I can eat a full nutmeg.” Adrian commented to taunt his sister. “Stop it!” Avery cried. “Oh, don’t be a baby.” Margaret teased playfully, handing her a plate of halloumi pasta, nicely garnished with olives and courgette. Avery grinned, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the delicious dish.

Franz said, then handed me a small plate with thin cheese slices, a soft-boiled egg, and a small salad with vinaigrette that somehow wasn’t too sour but still fresh. I started eating. Then I kept eating. And before I knew it, I was on my third spoonful of soup, dipping toast into cheese, and popping the egg into my mouth all in one instinctive move. Pascha rested his chin in his hand, watching me silently. “You want something?” I asked, wiping the corner of my mouth with a napkin. He shrugged. “Just enjoying the rare sight. Usually, you eat like someone coding while watching a global crisis unfold.” “I... might just need the calories. Or maybe I’m happy.”

She closed the subject, leaving the shocked stares of Gary and Lily smiling at each other. Gary wants to do something to express his happiness, he just isn't sure what is appropriate. hugging her too much for now? He think so, so he hold reluctantly didn’t and change the topic. "let's eat" His suggestion really made all happy. "I'm sure I've never tasted Uncle's pasta to be so delicious before" Riri said exaggeratedly when she felt so happy in her life, Lily on the other hand gaped that her disbelief with Gary being able to cook was now forgotten just like that because it was true she had never tasted such pasta, this delicacy in her life even back in france, the pasta was so chewy soft but

“ You are meant to ruin this Brenda , don’t be easily swayed “ I said to myself. I had to keep it in mind that I am Eva and not Brenda for that moment. “ Just a cup of coffee “ I said to the waiter . “ Two plates of lasagna as well”. He said to the waiter as he was about to leave . Lasagna is one of the most famous kind of pasta. It’s made only by AB food , Chairman Huxley ‘s company. He must have ordered that to impress Eva. I was surely impressed. I always crave for that recipe.

the old lady served them a local Italian dish Hazel always ordered whenever she visited. “What’s this?” Alex asks for Hazel to chuckle. “Enjoy,” the old woman said for Hazel to nod. Hazel took a spoon of the dish while Alex kept looking at her. He looked at Hazel who closed her eyes as she chewed on the cheesy pasta with excitement. “So calming” Hazel moan in satisfaction. “What’s this?” He asked again for Hazel to chuckle. “Lasagne it’s my… Alex's ringing phone cut her off. “Hello,” he picked up Simon's call and immediately he frowned.

Solomon sighed. Daisy also sighed, “It doesn’t matter who as long it is you whom she’s afraid of. Haven’t you taken your lunch? I’ll prepare pasta.” “Okay, what’s in it?” “Deep fried shrimp pasta.” “I’ll help with peeling and frying the shrimps.” The pasta was cooked, fried with shrimps, and ready to be served in just a short time. While eating, Daisy asked, “Anything happened during your first two months of pregnancy?”

The food comes out to our table - spinach pasta smothered in a crimson cream sauce with grilled chicken, squash and garnished with basil and feta. "Metssa a le poullo," Ramona announces proudly. "Venetian favorite" My father unravels his silverware and places the cloth napkin on his lap. "Looks and smells delicious." "I'm confident it will satisfy your palate, Mr. Harrison." Ramona and my father begin eating, Ramona using her fork to place the pasta on her spoon raised to her mouth before she eats from that surface instead. Claude and I don't even touch our steaming dishes regardless of the mouth-watering smell. If anything, the smell of the food makes me nauseous from what I just witnessed.

Marlon complained as he started playing what’s inside his lunch box. “I feel you, bro!” Leopold trailed in agreement. “What about you Phil? Are you on a diet or something?” I asked staring at Phil’s plate. He only bought a pasta. “Of course not. This pasta is the only thing that I like from the menu.” He replied and I was already devouring my food. “What are you, a girl now?” I teased him as I continued shoving spaghetti inside my mouth. “The fuck are you saying, Ambrose?” Phil sounded a bit pissed off.