ISSY (easy)
After a fork-full of his food was inserted into his mouth, Joel gagged.
“What's that face for?” Opeoluwa asked, scrunching up her nose.
“You know how much I hate plain Indomie,” he replied and chewed his food slowly.
“Did I ask you to cook it like this?”
Joel forced the food down his throat and grimaced, prompting a cackle from Opeoluwa. He frowned at the food, his stomach played a different tune, he ignored it and nudged the plate away from him.
“You're really not going to eat?” She asked, although she already knew the answer.
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