In Front Of My Salad นิยาย & เรื่องราว

And he walked away from the dining table. I gave a nod and continued eating the salad in front of me. It tasted delicious to my surprise because I don't like eating raw vegetables. But the salad in front of me doesn't give me a raw smell or taste. It was more like half cooked, but still crunchy and it gave a nice aromatic and the way they cooked was really nice.

It just sat there, exactly the way I usually make them or order them myself—light cream, parmesan balanced just right, nothing unnecessary hiding inside it. Something inside me shifted. I reached for the third plate. A salad. No olives. No cucumbers, the ones I always pick out. No tomatoes I don't even bother touching. Just crisp greens, exactly the kind I don’t complain about, with dressing neatly placed on the side—because whoever made this knew I never let it touch my salad directly. A small sound escaped my throat, almost in disbelief. I turned slowly to the fourth plate. Fruit. And I actually paused.

Sheryl entered the room at the same time with bowl in her hands. I sat up an she sat down in front of me, giving me the fruit salad. “Thanks. I was really feeling hungry now.” I said to her with a faint smile while taking the bowl.

I hear Elliot clattering around in the kitchen while I re-dress myself. I braid my hair to the side and it falls down across my chest, lightly brushing against my breast. I stretch and wiggle my toes against the carpet beneath them, regaining my balance before exiting the bedroom. Elliot stands at the kitchen counter cutting up lettuce for a salad, a smile plastered on his face. I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist, hugging him and resting my head against his back.

“Keep Susan away from me.” “Done.” I finished a few bites of my salad and sat back. Holding my stomach as I considered what was left of my steak.

"And I left him to deal with it. Right now, I am fairly certain he is cursing my name as we speak." His tone is playful. But I can't help the small flutter in my chest. He came here to see me despite the chaos he left behind. Soon we are sitting together in the shade. I take the lunch sandwich I prepared earlier out of the paper bag I brought. A thick layer of chicken salad, fresh lettuce, cheese and two thick slices of bread are all present. Then Marius eyes it with a faint smirk. "You are going to eat that in front of me?" I give him a look.

I said. “I'm not really hungry but a nice plate of fruit salad would satisfy my crave,” "Great! I'll have your salad prepared exactly how you like it!“ Aiden paused for a second, as if trying to process my sudden attitude and enthusiasm. “Thanks," he said, a small uncertain smile playing on his lips. I got to work immediately. I grabbed fruits from the freezer and put them in a tray. Then a knife. Aiden and Lucian watched all my movements, quite a surprised look on their faces.

He took out onions, garlic, cucumber, lettuce, tomatoes and mayonnaise from the fridge. He peeled off the onions, garlic and the cucumber. He then set aside the cucumber, chopped the onions and garlic into tiny pieces. "I hope she will like this one," Klaud breathed out heavily while he mix everything on the bowl. He then wiped the plate with a clean, dry cloth and put the salad on it. He looked at it for a moment as he knew that there was something missing. Klaud remembered the basil leaves. He quickly opened the fridge and searched for it.

I say quietly before shutting the fridge door. I reached the table and placed the bottle on top it and reaching for one of the glass cups that were arranged on the rack. "Sorry ... I was trying to be quiet." He whispered. I look to see he was mixing up a green bowl of pea salad. There was silence as I lifted the glass of water to my mouth and my eyes fell on him. His arms moving slowly as he stirred the salad with a stiffened face. By the time he was done, I was taking the empty bottle to the bin when he groaned.