In Front Of My Salad 소설 & 이야기

I say. I start peeling a cucumber when Ratchet comes beside me.” Do you want help?” I point to a bag of slivered carrots. I cut the cucumber into bite-size pieces while Ratchet added the carrots to the salad. I add the cucumber then slice cherry tomatoes in half. After I add them to the bowl I cover it with plastic wrap and put it in the fridge. I grab the steaks and head outside. I place them on the grill and notice Ratchet has followed me out. I get the feeling he wants to ask me something. I close the lid and turn to him.

"Yes boss." "Alright. So we'll start with the salad first. Help me slice the salad, will you? Along with some onions, some tomatoes, some eggs, cucumber, hot dogs, some beef, carrots, some shallots and some pepperoncini. And uh..." I paused when I saw how he was staring at me. "What?"

Everything keeps playing back. “Someone knew exactly where I would be at that time. That wasn't just any random accident, I'm sure.” I mutter to myself. After some time as I was done bathing, I return to my room, changed into a night wear before going down to eat. … Now in the dining room. I sit calmly at the head of the long table with a hunched shoulder, gazing on the plates in front of me. A shallow white porcelain plate rests neatly on the tray, holding a grilled salmon and sauteed vegetables. A creamy mashed potato sits beside it.

The kiss had only awakened what I was trying so desperately to bury inside myself. I groaned under my breath, wiping my hands with the kitchen towel before dragging them down my face. The green onions, bell peppers, tomatoes, cucumbers, carrots, and beetroot were done, and I only needed to chop a few leafy vegetables for the salad. “I can’t do this,” I muttered, though it sounded weaker the more I said it. “It's stupid to even think about me and him together.”

I don't bother to turn on the lights and just open the fridge, the bright light of it making me squint my eyes together. Taking a bottle of water and the salad I left here earlier, I go to sit on the counter. I dig into the salad without looking, bringing everything up to my mouth. I feel like I'm swallowing everything down at once. Like I've never eaten anything before in my life. Manners, Aria. Fucking hell. Gulping down the water, I let out a sigh in content and continue to eat my salad in peace. That is, until the light flicks on in the kitchen.

"Let's go take care of those cows. The ones at the rich guy's place are top-notch. They're sure to taste amazing." "Mr. Loris, I was just worried that the beef from the market might not be clean, so I asked my parents to take care of it right in your backyard! Don't worry, we picked out a strong, young calf, and its meat is both tender and tasty! It's definitely fit for someone as distinguished as you." The crowd quickly discovered who was behind Layden's demise. Panic flickered in Janet's eyes, but she put on a brave face and countered. "Don't listen to her! She's made the whole thing up!"

, felt like they carried a hidden meaning. In the kitchen, there were two bags filled with ingredients: seafood, meat, vegetables, everything you could imagine. The quality was high-end, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. Rich people really were different. One meal here probably cost more than half of my monthly salary. After unpacking everything, I began to think of something quick and presentable to make. But when I reached into my pockets, I found a box of rubbers. I froze. It was awkward. I wasn't sure if I should grab it, but I couldn't just throw it away.

I said over my shoulder, nervously glancing at him. “Benny,” he murmured, pausing by the edge of the breakfast bar. “Yeah?” I opened the fridge and pulled out lettuce and tomatoes for the salad. “Take a seat. This will be quick.” I froze, feeling his brawny arms around my waist. “You’re shaking,” he murmured, his lips hovering over my ears. I straightened up, wiggling out of his hold. “I’m dirty, Kai,” I reasoned, but his arms tightened around me.

Sage’s POV “The salad is ready!” Kehlani yells out for everyone to gather for dinner. I stand next to her, placing the flowers I picked with Corbin a day ago. The red petals cut through the lush green of the salad and looks pretty in contrast with the almonds and feta cheese that’s also in it.

"What did you decide, hun?" My smile was a bit wider this time. "I'll have the dinner salad." She reached in front of me and opened the menu. "That's nothing but a few pieces of lettuce, a single cherry tomato, and two slices of cucumber. Try the chef salad and I'll have Dusty throw a little extra on it for you." Of course my stomach picked this exact moment to gurgle, so how could I argue. "Umm, okay, with vinegar and oil please." Exercise and I didn't mix, so I had to settle for walking at a fast pace when I could and constantly watching calories.