Joshua Weissman Cookbook 소설 & 이야기

The silence at the table was heavy, broken only by the rhythmic clink of the Chief’s fork. "You should really try the eggs, Josh," Ada said, her voice dripping with a forced, sugary concern. She reached across the table, her hand hovering near his. "It is quite delicious. I made this breakfast. I thought you might want to eat a meal that tasted homely,instead of professionally or recipe followed foods. Besides, you need your strength. For... everything." Josh finally looked up, and the "dirty" look he gave her was pure, concentrated venom. It was the look of a man who wanted to reach across the table and squeeze the life out of the jasmine-vanilla scented air around her.

At least, until they are interrupted. “Massimo!” Josh suddenly entered the kitchen, a small envelope in his hands and a distressed expression on his face “Oh, sorry Mr. Bianchi, I didn't know you were already eating...” “Then wash your hands and sit down to eat with us, young man.” Thea demanded, as only a mother could do “We have rice, roast beef, roast potatoes and...”