Harry Pop Tart の小説・ストーリー

The place is bustling with excited chattering when Anna, Caspian, Popsie Reed and Marmee Rose walk in for their spur of the moment plan to grab a bite. "Hey there Reed!" Harry Goodman greets them as he leads them to an empty table for four at the corner of Sally's. "It's good to see you this morning. It's nice knowing that Larry's cooking is much appreciated around here." Harry laughs at his own joke. "Hi Harry!" Popsie Reed shakes Harry's free hand, while the other one takes the menu. "What's your special this morning?" Marmee Rose inquires, smiling at Harry too.

It had a sweet, yet tart inside and a great crunch. “What’s your name, dear?” the man questioned, heaving another crate in the back. “Lilly, sir. What’s yours?” “Harrington, but you can just call me Harry,” his eyes crinkled as he smiled. You could tell that Harry was a man of work. The sun had aged him, but from the look in his eyes, he loved it. He was hands on, still sporting the dirt under his fingernails from an early morning harvest.

Stacy wiped the porridge on the corner of his mouth with a piece of paper. Harry looked at him and thought that this little guy had a good appetite. "Why don't you eat?" Stacy saw Harry didn't pick up his chopsticks. Harry picked up the spoon and took a sip of pumpkin porridge. The rice in the porridge was cooked very well, and the pumpkin was also very sweet, with the unique sweetness of the pumpkin, and it tasted very good. Stacy looked at his expression and asked, "Is it tasty?" "Yes." Harry didn't raise his head, but took another spoon and put it in his mouth.

“You made this yourself?” Blushing, Lovett nodded. “Yes, I did.” “Unbelievable! In all my fifty-something years on this earth, I’ve never tasted anything like this.” The chairwoman shook her head at her daughter, clicking her tongue. Shame. “Granny,” Lovett said cheerfully, placing a plate before her, “this fruit tart has very little sugar. I made it especially for the elderly.” She smiled. “Do you want to know who inspired it?” The old lady nodded calmly, admiring the dessert.

Harry shrugs, "He was really tall." He suddenly covers his mouth, looking upset, "I promised not to tell. It was supposed to be our secret." "What was his name, Harry?" But Harry shakes his head, "I didn't ask. He was really nice, though." I look at the brown paper bag next to the report and open it to reveal some fresh ham sandwiches, some fruit custard, and a few small bottles of juices. There's more food on the chair next to mine.

The moment I felt the pan was hot enough I poured the liquid into the pan and quickly jolted back, using my forearm to cover my eyes as droplets of oil splattered all over the place. Once I was done scrambling the eggs I placed them onto a plate and left them on the kitchen island. I decided to toast some chocolate-flavored pop tarts because Macy loved eating those whenever she was angry. It was either pop tarts or chocolate brownies. Out of nowhere, the toaster flung out two burnt pop tarts. I watched as the pop tarts traveled in the air at a record speed before colliding straight into someone's face and falling onto the white tiled floor. A floor so white that it made me cringe.

It was what drove me to psychological collapse. All of a sudden, my son rushed toward me. Their arrogance and self-righteousness made them look like clowns. "Mom! I've missed you so much!" Harry's eyes sparkled as he hugged me. I carried him up and kissed his cheek. "I've missed you too. The tarts I brought you were contaminated. Is it okay to make more for you when I get home?" "Sure thing, Mom. You're the best!" Quinton stared at me gloomily when he saw the scene before him, while Zachary's face went pale as he held the box of tarts in his hand.

Harold urged everyone. Harry carried the birthday cake and placed it in the middle of the table, at the top. Lars took Keelin's hand and walked around behind the table, stood in front of the cake, and lit it. Harold looked at the three palm trees on the cake and said in a low voice “It should be ten times this amount.” "Huh, what did you say?" Sera stood close to him and couldn't hear well and asked again. “Ah, I see the bat is very detailed, where did you buy it?” Harold quickly changed the sentence.

Bianca asked. "Sorry dear , I am at the gym , didn't know you were calling",Harry replied, rolling his eyes with disgust. "Okay that fine, I just wanted to inform you that I would be coming over this afternoon, infact I am about leaving for the market, I'm bringing a special dish for you,she said. Harry manages to answer the call and agrees to her coming over to his house. He tells Martins about the call, who laughs expressly at him.

Harry asked him, they just agreed to have chocolates. "I want popcorn!" He yelled happily, "Popcorn." Catherine shook her head and went to sit down, she was tired of standing and watching them make different choices of what they wanted to eat. She blamed Michal and Jerry for spoiling them so much. "Popcorn is better than chocolate." She chirped in. "I'll make you guys popcorn." She said but Harry frowned, he looked like he was about to cry. "Harry, common don't give daddy that face." Jerry brought his son closer to himself and sat him on his laps. "You want chocolates right?" He asked and he nodded, scratching his eyes with his hands. "You don't have to cry cos daddy will get you chocolates.