Manhua Salad Days Novels & Stories

The lounge music blended with the sound of silver cutlery and the chatter of people. The waiters were pacing around with the orders of the diners. I was enjoying my New Yorker steak with a green nut salad flavored with apple cider vinaigrette dressing on the side, along with my red wine. Bernardo dipped one slice of his fries into my salad dressing just to annoy me. I stole his mustard, which added the missing kick to my meal. He frowned immediately after I did that.

“Ms. Cattleya, those are called salad greens, and that help-” “The only salad I know is a fruit salad that only comes out around Christmas.” I cut him off. “Look, I don't want to act like a baby but try to taste these plants. It has no taste at all. Like, I am serious. I'll never get acclimated to rich people's cuisine.” I continued to whimper as I cram the leaves into my mouth fiercely, even though I was beginning to resemble a goat. “Me-eh-eh-eh-” I mocked Gunther.

There was a fork in the bag and looking at the contents, I could tell there was meat, cheese, onions, and some kind of thick fried chip, but it was tossed together. “I’ve had salads for three days. I’m not a rabbit. If I get hit by a car in an hour, my last meal will not be a fucking Cesar salad with no dressing because ‘dressing is too fattening’.” She mocked the last couple of words and I snickered.

, I asked. “No”, the maid replied, shaking her head. “She came alone just like yesterday.” I rolled my eyes. Alexander was testing my patience. “I'd be down shortly”, I told the maid. She nodded and left. I deliberately savored my dressing, a small act of rebellion against the relentless pressure. Downstairs, Mia sat on the sofa, her usual composure strained. When she saw me, she got up from the sofa. "Good afternoon, ma'am," she greeted.

I took my seat and marveled at the mouthwatering food in front of me waiting for me to just devour it. " Thank you for the food grandmother. Can I eat now?" She laughs at me and nods her head. " Sure. Go ahead, sweety. Don't rush because it's all yours." I was already studying my mouth with mac and cheese while one hand was reaching for the lemon garlic parmesan chicken tenders. Among the various dishes were, chicken noodle soup, braised beef, tacos, shrimp pasta, and steamed dumplings. Grandmother joined me and dished up for herself although all she did was watch me eat. I would have felt embarrassed but her food was too delicious for me to care about anything else. Once I was done eating,

Although it is noisy and bustling, people also unconsciously get caught up in the heat. Eating hot pot in winter is simply the best. However, when it comes to eating, one must choose the right person. Britney speculated that someone like Manuel would probably not come to eat this. Andreas felt a sense of familiarity just by looking at these words: special handmade meatballs, fatty beef, lamb rolls, duck intestines, beef tripe... "Hey, you just released it!" Karsyn exploded as she watched Andreas almost cross out all the meat items on the order form.

"Well, I walked into the dealership, envelope of cash, pointed at a car and they gave it to me. Well below asking price I might add." I roll my eyes, "yeah ok, like I believe that." He smirks, "it's all true." The waitress comes back with the first course and puts two salads on the table with a glass bottle of what looked like oil. "Chefs house salad with raspberry vinaigrette, enjoy." She leaves and start on the salad but lettuce isn't my favorite so I pass it off on James after a few bites. Watching him eat was oddly satisfying. The way his jaw flexed, how is adams apple bobbed when he swallowed. Made me wish I was that salad.

"It is not my wedding day yet, save those speeches for the main event." She smiled, "I understand." She placed a kiss on my cheek. "I will leave you to get ready, one minute sweetie." "Yes mom." I responded with a roll of my eyes. I got up from my desk and got dressed then joined them downstairs. ★•★ Mushroom soup, bitter greens with tomatoes the size of peas, rare roast beef slices as thin as paper, noodles in a green sauce, cheese that melts on your tongue served with sweet blue grapes. The servers, all young people dressed in white tunics, moved wordlessly to and from the table, keeping the platters and glasses full.

He moved to me, took my hand and led me to sit on one of the chairs we had played chess that night. The sight of cobb salad, protein noodles, and sticks of corndogs immediately made my mouth water. But I grabbed a glass of water, bringing it to my lips, “You’re not hungry?” “I want to eat something different.” His eyes burned into mine. And despite having had a faint suspicion he might say that, I blushed, and my hand shook a little as I returned the glass to the table. “It would be difficult to enjoy this meal while you stare at me like that,” I muttered, picking up a hot oshibori to wipe my hands.

Elisa said. “Uh…hi,” Ella muttered. “Hello, Ella. I'm Ronaldo, and this is my wife, Annie. Welcome to the small town of Blue Moon pack,” he said. Ella’s forehead creased. “Pack? What is that even mean?” “Thank goodness. I already prepared food!” Elisa said. “Come and let’s eat,” she added and smiled brightly at the couple in front. It was a good opportunity to talk to these people since they don’t know about the town.