Mama Mie Novels & Stories

Maan answered. Maan just let it go and continued her work in the kitchen. Four in the afternoon, Maan started preparing herself. She went to their room to freshen up and change. She was surprised to see a dress on top of the bed and a pair of shoes. She knew that those came from Gil so she immediately prepared herself. When she was done, she went to the kitchen to prepare the dishes on the table. She cooked pasta, kare-kare (beef in peanut sauce) spring rolls, sticky rice with mangoes, and maja blanca. The table was set when Gil arrived together with his friend, Mark. Gil was carrying a bouquet of roses and a cake while Mark was carrying ice cream and bottles of soft drinks and beers.

Tama returned from school shortly after Mahira had reached the Chan’s ‘Mama, what are you doing here? no work today? she asked excitedly as she jumped into her arms. “Mama took a holiday today so that she could spend sometime with her favourite Tama, prepare her some of her favourite food & snack items like potato fries, macaroni and some cheese balls and feed her as well,” “Oh Mama, didn’t you always say that all these are unhealthy food to eat, then how come you’re making them for Tama,” she left Mahira's arms and stood with her hands on her hips, questioning her mother’s lost sense of discipline

Bamby was so thrilled that he was jumping for joy. Mama Laura just smiled. Evidently, she knew who Mikael Alonso was. She just busied herself preparing their lunch – all of Clarissa’s favorites that included ‘chicken adobo,’ which was a type of Filipino chicken stew; ‘pancit,’ which was basically an egg noodle dish which shreds of pork and variety of vegetables; and ‘sinigang,’ which was a traditional sour soup.

" The dishes , fatty pork with preserved picked mustard green , Kung Pao chicken , sweet and sour carb fish , sizzling duck , Mopu tofu , red brides pork belly , white mushrooms with bamboo shoots , shrimps with snow peas and water chestnuts and beef with green pepper. Soup , wanton soup , beef bones soup , mushrooms soup and egg drop soup ." " Wow .. mom slow .. slow ..." Wu Ming sighs . Her mother's memory as always is always excellent . " Okay then..... " Wu Lin waits until , Wu Ming ready again as she drinks her warm milk and the chocolate cake slowly . " Next , rice ... steam white rice and fried rice mix with vegetables and bacon . Eemmm...... water , warm plain water , cold fresh oran

They are so in love and I admire their bond just like I admired mum and dad's. Maids served our breakfast and by the aroma, I knew mum made them. My mum makes the best food. And damn! It is Aloo Parathas with Dahi and Achaar. Translation - Potato Paratha, Curd and pickle. If you're a punjabi, then you can't miss them! And if you're a typical punjabi, then you can't miss those cooked by my mum! We All loves her handmade food. We ate our breakfast whilst discussing about some buisness and after finishing up I went to the main office in my Lamborghini.

But Mia was in a daze, she was thinking how much misunderstanding Shopia created between them. She thought he lives with Alma in a villa, now thinking back she wants to kill herself rather being murdered by that bitch. Her mother was 100% right about her fool brain, she always claimed her IQ was lower than a 2 years child. Now she understood her mother was never wrong. But at that moment Mia decided to stay silent because she didn't want to mention anything related shopia, otherwise her man would get aggressive again. Miles cooked all her favourite, she likes fishes, and deer meat was her favourite.

Aryan extended a spoonful of noodles towards Laura's lips, and hesitantly, Laura opened her mouth. "You should eat too." Aryan moved to sit beside Laura on the left and fed her until the large bowl of noodles was finished by both of them. Aryan burped after drinking some cold water from the fridge and rubbed his satisfied belly. "What was the name of that noodle soup earlier? It's delicious. Can you make it for me again tomorrow morning?" Aryan asked as he closed the fridge and sat facing Laura. "It's called 'mie kuah,' Aryan. It's a village dish, that's why you don't understand it, and you've never tasted it before," Laura replied, then stood up to clean up the leftovers.

I wore on an optimistic smile but deep down I just wanted this to be done quickly. "But I gave you something to wear" My mother whispered as she poured the limoon into each glass. "Over here, we have a centurion's meal, known as the kushari-" She started as she opened the steaming dish. "We have macaroni and rice with lentils, topped off with tomato sauce and garlic vinegar" She described the food porn. "And in each glass is limoon, basically lemon and sugar with ice" She said as she took her sit. "This was my mother's favorite. And she always kept a secret ingredient to make it perfect" She added.

My eyes looked tired, my face was thinner, and my hand hovered over my stomach, for just a second before I pulled it away like I’d been burned. Don’t do that. I changed into a loose shirt and stepped out into the hallway. _____________ The house smelled like oil and something fried, mixed with rice. Now that was a real breakfast Mama Li always made even when there wasn’t much money. My feet carried me there to find the kitchen alive.

Too much food. Pasta. Salad. Bread. And something that looked like meatballs. “Mom,” I said, “when did you make all this?” “While you were bathing the dog,” she said, not looking up. She was slicing bread. “I figured since Kyle's here, we should have a proper meal.” “You didn't have to—” “I know I didn't. I wanted to.” She looked up at me. “He's dying, Mia. Let me cook him a meal.”