I Eat Tomatoes の小説・ストーリー

It’s not good, but I eat it better than I’ve been eating in years. If this food is disgusting or poisoned, it’s only because Tom can’t cook. It’s easier to swallow it. Near the end, he speaks again, “I want to know what you’re thinking.” “I’m thinking about why you’re doing this. What do you gain?” I ask.

Mom's worried voice interrupted my thoughts. "Yes, mom I'll be careful." Paying attention to the tomatoes I was chopping. We are cooking rice, tomato sauce, fried fish and meat. Mom decided we cook this even though we don't have much. She said she wants me to eat something nice, I opposed it but she insisted and I had no but to accept it.

Uncle dish Paul Henry cooked… Fiona eats and is happy. "Uncle Paul Henry, when you come to support the army's kitchen, what do you have to do?" Fiona Pick up a piece of tomato in your mouth, fried egg with tomato, tomato is tomato, chicken egg is chicken egg, the boundary is clear, even the taste is very clear, tomato tomato is almost equal to medlar leaf. "I wash the dishes." Face Paul Henry no color change. "OH…"Fiona stretched his voice, suppressed his laughter and pushed two pieces of rice, awkwardly saying, "That's it... Not bad."

Dominic said, and I swallowed hard as I looked down at the sandwich, then quickly brought it to my mouth and took a bite. "Mmmm," I hummed as I nodded my head in approval. Plastering a fake smile on my face, and struggling not to gag at the taste of tomatoes. "Oh, how about some chips?" Dominic said, then hopped off the stool and entered the pantry. As soon as he did I pulled my tomatoes off and quickly started opening the lower cabinets, looking for the damn garbage can. Thankfully it was inside the third door I opened, the one right under the sink. I quickly tossed the tomatoes inside and closed the door. As I spun around, my heart jumped into my throat when I saw Dominic standing there wi

"I was going to make a tomato and eggs sandwich, but noodles would be more better with it. Are you hungry? I will make some for you." Raymond had already eaten lunch, but since Elsa asked him , he could not help saying, "okay." Elsa was in such a good mood. She was humming while preparing the food. She cut the tomato into half and pick it up and tasted it. Her eyes was bright and full of life. "Well, it's sweet, do you want to have a taste?" Then she passed the other half of the tomato to Raymond. The bright red juice dripped down from her finger, making her skin look so white. Raymond fought so hard to suppress his excitement. He wanted to taste that delicate little hands, but he picked up

He grinned. Back at the house, I dropped the bags on the kitchen island. Tomatoes rolled out, basil poked from the paper sack. The kitchen was warm, sun pouring in through the back window, catching the dust in the air. I was still grinning from the market. That little standoff Marco had with fig-boy was burned into my brain, and I swear I saw his jaw clench even now as he rinsed his hands in the sink. “You gonna glare that hard every time someone offers me food?” I asked, reaching in to grab a few ripe tomatoes.

"You? Cooking?" "Don't annoy me," I said, trying not to smile. At the market, I started picking things like I knew what I was doing. "Rice… tomatoes… pepper…" Ella crossed her arms. "You're guessing." "I'm not guessing," I said quickly. She took one of the tomatoes from me. "This is unripe." I paused. "…It adds character," I said. She laughed, shaking her head. "Give me that." And just like that, she took over.

"Did you know that tomatoes are technically fruits? They belong to the nightshade family, like eggplants and potatoes." I smiled, "I did know that one! But I always think of them as vegetables because of how we use them in cooking." As I continued to cook, Ethan kept sharing interesting facts, and I found myself asking him questions about different vegetables and fruits. It was a fun conversation much to my surprise, and I could see Ethan relaxing and opening up more. Before long, the kitchen was filled with the delicious aroma of the pasta dish. I plated the food and set it in front of Ethan with a flourish.

“I suddenly realized, you’re a picky eater, too.” “Isn’t picky eating normal?” Ivanka looked at the tomatoes on the plate and did not want to touch them. Jonah, on the other hand, spoke softly, “You need balanced nutrition.” “As nutritious as tomatoes are, there are still other foods that can replace it. I won’t miss out on the nutrition from tomatoes.” Jonah looked at her with a slight smile. “You seem quite the health nut, then.” Ivanka did not reply. Jonah was always like this. She seemed to be used to it. When she met someone whom she did not want to talk to, she would not talk to them at all, mainly because there was nothing to talk about.

Tomi instructed, and I nodded. ​“Have you eaten?” he asked me. ​“I don't have an appetite.” I could not stomach any food when I was not in a good mood. ​“The fact that you aren't bone skinny surprises me,” Tomi laughed. He reached into his bag and brought out protein bars, chocolates, and two cups of noodles. “I came here to give these to you.” ​“Oh, thank you.” I accepted them, taken aback. ​“Eat this. I will get you more snacks tomorrow. And don't forget my game. Oh wait, here.” He brought out a packaged shirt from his bag. “This is for my newest fangirl,” he said, handing it to me and patting my head.