Kitchen Momoi Mga Nobela at Kwento

My mom opened the door, her expression a mix of annoyance and relief as she pulled me into one of her bone-crushing hugs. Her curly hair was pulled back into a bun, a telltale sign that she had been busy baking, one of her favorite pastimes. I glanced eagerly at the kitchen counter, where the tantalizing aroma of freshly baked chocolate mocha cake filled the air. My mouth watered at the sight of the cake, its surface adorned with a layer of decadent icing.

I ran to the kitchen. The girls were laughing about something around the table, while Mommy was warming up some extra french toast. "Where were you?" She asked, now pulling out some syrup from the fridge, placing it on the table. Mommy is a beautiful woman with black long hair, brown skin, perfect curves in all the right places, and slightly bigger thighs. She has brown eyes, which everyone shared, and nice plump lips. I ran to the farthest cabinet to grab some plates. "Ophir was taking so long in the bathroom-!"

I walked into the kitchen and my mom was busy slicing the tomatoes. *Good morning Mom!" I greeted taking the seat beside the table. "Morning"mom replied as usual still slicing the tomatoes. My house was not that kind of big,I mean it just a room and palour. I share the room with mom and my kid sister while John sleep at the couch. "Romina are you ready for work?"mom asked me dropped a dish of veggies in front of me. Holy moly!! I heard to inhale it. "Yes mom"I replied feeling a little bit angry that she has to be doing the cooking.

After my sisters left, my mom finally got up. "It just so happens that the kitchen ordered some foie gras, and it came in today. Since you grew up in the countryside, you must never have eaten anything this fancy, right? I'll prepare some for you to try." She smiled and stroked my face with her well-kept, smooth hand before turning toward the kitchen. As a wealthy wife who had lived in comfort for years, she looked barely over forty despite being in her fifties and still had a girlish charm. It was obvious that she had lived a very happy life.

Over in the dining room, Mom was setting the table while humming one of her favourite hymns. The surrealism was jarring. It forced my gaze in several directions as I tried to figure out my next move. Mom didn’t like to be surprised, least of all when she felt what she’d prepared wasn’t up to the standard she wanted to be remembered for. When she entertained, she liked to know well in advance so she could prep and come up with the most spectacular of recipes. At the table, she would preen and smile coyly while those in attendance sang her high praises for her cooking. Without knowing what she’d been preparing tonight, it was hard to know if she’d feel it had met her standard of approval.

A few seconds later, there is a sound of heels clicking coming towards me. When my mother comes out of the kitchen and runs towards me, hands on her hips. Zara Higurashi is the complete opposite of me

But I knew Mom wouldn’t believe me, and I couldn’t be bothered to explain. "If I come back later, wouldn't that just make it easier for you to avoid seeing me?" I said. "You!" My mom hissed. I gave her a mocking smile. "Aren't I so well-behaved and obedient?" I asked sarcastically. I had once tried to be dutiful but no matter what I did, Mom always thought I was scheming or trying to steal attention from Tara. So I thought, I may as well face her head-on. Tara lowered her head.

Selene appeared in front of the little me and I stopped crying instantly, launching myself into her arms. “Mumma I’m hungry” little me cried. I called her ‘Mumma’. I don’t remember that. I don’t remember having a mother or even thinking that I had a mother. Selene pulled me from her arms and sat me back on the ground. She waved her hands in front of her and a plate of meat and vegetables appeared. Little me squealed excitedly and dug into the food, basically inhaling it. Watching the scene, another wave washed through me. I remember the taste of the food that she often brought me. I remember her playing with me, bathing me, brushing my hair. I remember her taking care of me when I needed her

The person says, who is none other than Mario, her ex-husband. Xavier, who has never seen his mother gets upset other than in the office, was suddenly shocked. At first, he wanted to defend the uncle who is offering him the sausages, but he's getting scared. Xavier chose to hug his mother tightly after all. "Mom, let's back home." Xavier whispers in Lucrecia's ear. The whispers instantly muffled Lucrecia's emotion which is about to burst. Lucrecia exhales slowly, trying to hold back her anger. Then turn around to Alan who is cooking the sausages.

It does suit her cute oval face though. "I've been here before." I simply said, hoping she would take the hint and leave. "Ah ha! That explains it." She enthusiastically chimed. "My name's Moji but you can call me Ji." I raised a brow in confusion. Why shorten a name that's already short? "Oh," she laughed, "my friends and almost everyone calls me that. And I'm used to it already. I would love to be friends with you if you don't mind. I'd also love to hear your story. My family owns this restaurant and..."