Novel & Cerita I Eat Pasta For Breakfast

Did he place him out there so he could watch me, and know what I was doing at all times? I couldn’t come up with an answer for the act. I was unable to sleep until the early hours of the morning, before sleeping I made a mental note to go visit Dad since it has been a long time since I saw him. I was thankfully able to wake up before noon, and prepare a special breakfast; Italian pasta. She wouldn’t settle for anything less and I have no choice but to prepare it for her. I felt glad that she was able to stomach everything though and even asked for a second portion.

" Well, what you referred to as leftovers is your meal and you will choose one between the rice balls and the loaf of bread." " What! Do you realize that I haven't eaten anything since morning?" I asked as I felt my knees weaken and my stomach grumbling out of hunger. " Oh, I didn't know my princess. What would you like to have?" Her expression shows how serious she was and I felt grateful to her because I was famished. " Uhm, I would like to have pasta with scrambled eggs and fruit juice." I was salivating already. This was my favorite food and I can't wait to have it

One puzzling thing was Amara and the position she was in, she was kneeling and looked like she was begging while Mr Rossi seemed relaxed as ever. That man must be a very wicked man. Amara was a nice girl, she didn't do anything to wrong him. My tummy growled and I suspected it was hunger. I got up and rummaged through my rundown little apartment for any sign of food. I was craving pasta which was weird. I wasn't a pasta person. This whole Mr Rossi thing had turned my life upside down now including my food choices. I huffed and groaned and mumbled as I searched around before I found a pack of pasta. I prepared it with the little ingredients I could find.

Damn! Alessia quickly nudged Harmonia. Harmonia was dumbfounded. “What's for breakfast?” Dimas asked as he looked at the dining table. “Pierogies, potstickers, fried buns, and everything you could think of!” Alessia became bolder and quickly jumped out from behind Harmonia. Dimas’s gaze fell on Harmonia. “Have you had breakfast?” Harmonia nodded. Alessia’s expression became ambiguous again. “Monia loves to eat pierogies. I bought two boxes, and there's another box left. You can have it. It’s only right for a couple to be in sync.”

he added with a lunchbox in his hand. Danie glanced at the wall clock. It was still an hour before work officially starts. "Come on, you have to update me about how had you been these past few weeks," he grabbed her hand and helped her towards the pantry so she did not have an opportunity to say no. "What do you have for breakfast? Make sure that's enough to make me full," she sat on one of the chairs and waited for Albert to open what he brought. "Just pasta," he said. "I'll reheat it first. Would you like a cup of coffee, Ma'am?" Albert asked while putting the pasta inside the microwave.

I called out helplessly. "I rarely eat at home. Work," he answered placidly between sips of his coffee. I pursed my lips. So he didn't have regular, healthy meals. Could someone explain to me how he managed to have such a perfect body despite that? And what I was supposed to make with so few materials? Throw them into a pot with some water and call it soup? In the end, I decided on the most zero-effort thing I could think of—pasta. This had been my timesaver and lifesaver back when my work was hectic.

“Ewww, don't call it that.” I chuckled, “sure, to celebrate, how about I make you a nice lunch for breakfast.” “What is that?” she asked, looking confused. “It's when you eat food meant to be eaten during lunch time in the morning, like breakfast.” I explained. “Oh, like breakfast for dinner.” “Bingo…” I began putting the pasta with other ingredients I would need to get the food ready. “You can cook?” she asked from the side. I looked up to meet her gaze. I hadn't even taken a good look at her properly.

“Dominic made breakfast. If you don't come out in five minutes, he’s going to eat your portion. He has the appetite of a horse and zero boundaries.” I cleared my throat, trying to shake off the morning rasp. “I’m awake! Give me ten minutes.” “Copy that. Don’t take too long, the eggs are actually edible today.” His footsteps faded down the hallway. I sat up on the edge of the mattress, running my hands over my face. It felt bizarre..the whole situation felt completely surreal. Mafia heirs cooked breakfast? I had spent years reading legal case files about organized crime syndicates, and none of them mentioned international hockey stars and professional basketball players flipping pancakes in a

“I was expecting you a bit earlier but unknown to me you were getting ready to look this fabulous. You look so good, Lila.” “Thanks. I also feel better. I feel betternow that I'm home.” I replied honestly. Marcus pulled out a chair for me. “kindly sit. The breakfast is getting cold.” “Thank you,” I said softly as I took my seat. The smell of food filled the room. I stared down at my plate. Spaghetti. Creamed spaghetti and broccoli. Simple wyt nourishing for me and the baby. I picked up my fork slowly, made a big swirl and took a forkful of spaghetti

"Sit at the dining table. Your egg porridge will be ready soon. The doctor said smooth-textured foods are very good for your digestion this morning." Before I could open my mouth to agree, Marco interrupted. He shifted, deliberately using his broad shoulders to block Jonah's body from my view. "You prefer pasta, right?" Marco snapped, his deep voice demanding my full attention. "I'm making you your favorite cream cheese pasta." I stopped in my tracks. Behind Marco, Jonah let out a short, condescending laugh. "Pasta with heavy cream for breakfast? You must be crazy." I took a deep breath. Without bothering to break things up, I turned around. I left the two giants in their new battlefield. Th