Manhua Salad Days Novels & Stories

Maia passes the menu to me “I’ll have a chicken salad please and a glass of what she is drinking” I point to Maia’s glass for emphasis. He increases the watts of his smile and turns to Maia questioningly She taps her pink manicured nails on a number on the menu “I’ll have this thank you” As soon as he is out of ear shoot, I grab her hands " I can't wait anymore get it over with Maia" "Fine, you remember the gentleman I went on a business lunch with last Sunday?" she replies

I thought. We entered into the restaurant and we were greeted by a tall skinny man in a sweater worn over a blue office shirt and khaki pants. His bald head and long neck gave him an unusual look, and the large glasses made it even worse. "Join me, please, Mr. Badur. I take it, the other person with you is Chuks the mute," he said without looking up. He was busy with a newspaper he held in his hands. "Hello, Mr. A. It's nice to finally meet you," I replied and extended a handshake to him.

Manuela sighed heavily at her desk, overwhelmed by her situation at Uno's manor. From the very first night, things hadn't gone well. It wasn't just the storage room; Manuela sensed the staff's dislike for her and Lucas in everything, even their meals. The food served to them last night was incredibly salty, yet Uno ignored it. He did nothing, and Manuela saw that he would side with his staff rather than her.

The scars on my arms and back suddenly began to itch, as if the memories themselves were crawling beneath my skin. Mama raised her glass with a bright smile. “To Lyra finally coming home. May we have nothing but happiness from now on.” Papa raised his glass. Matteo and Lily did too. I didn't move. Lily glanced at me, standing up. “Lyra probably wants something lighter,” she said sweetly. She poured a glass of juice and held it out to me. “She just got out of the asylum. I heard they mostly eat vegetables and chicken there. They probably don't even let patients drink much.”

"I didn't know what you'd like to eat so... I picked these." Hyacinth smiled so sweetly. Jana was sickened to the stomach just by seeing her lame actions. "I'm sorry but... I recalled you chose this salad the first time we ate together. See? I remembered!" 'No, you didn't. You didn't remember anything.' Jana couldn't open her mouth and say she couldn't eat a plate with all greens and no meat. This is plain torture to her palate.

then he went back to his upright position. I blushed "Thank you" He nodded before walking away to his seat which was at the head of the table "Come to sit here" he pointed at the chair closest to his. I sat down with my hands resting on my lap, I heard my stomach growl but was relieved that Daniel was talking to one of the men at the table in another language and loudly. After a few minutes, three maids walked out of the kitchen with a plate in each hand. They set the plates down in front of each of us and then one came back with two big bowls of salad, which was in front of me as the main dish I had never eaten personally but I had seen my brothers eat it. I have never had it as my brothers

When everything had been set up, I decided to relax on the couch and design some jewelry. I was just about to start when Amy brought me a beautiful salad with spinach, romaine lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers and mozzarella cheese. She covered it with oily Italian dressing and I was salivating at the smell. I smiled, “Thank you so much. That smells so good.” I immediately took a bite and I moaned, “It’s amazing. Thank you.” Amy laughed, “Leave it to you, Harley. You make a simple salad sound like a four-star gourmet meal.” I chuckled as I ate my salad and danced in my seat. She laughed, “I’m happy that you’re happy.”

Chapter 12 "We're all gathering together here in the lapa to welcome Ralphs builders an co-workers. If you are finished in the kitchen, Leah please come and sit here with me. The two of us have to talk," said Leah's father, as she and Anna carried the three bowls of salad to the lapa shortly afterwards. A mixed salad with lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers and onions. A bowl with beets and a grated carrots and pineapple salad. All from Jesu's father's vegetable garden. Uncle Manual who has always taken care of the fresh vegetables in his garden.

When the man gently kept the tray in front of me, Lucius opened the lids and took the initiative to explain. “Here's a fruit salad to help replenish the blood cells and here's a stuffed microwave chicken, I know you don't like pork meat, so I didn't prepare stuffed pig, and here's the chinese noodles or as it's called Chow Ming, it's good for you and it's medicinal, and finally, this is a 1959 cognac wine only fit for Kings. I knew you were coming so I prepared all these for you.” If my earlier reaction was surprise then right now I was shocked and spooked

The man had taken the covers off his body and was now sitting there soaking in his naked glory. “What was in that salad, River?” Marwick repeated his question and stood up from the bed. “River?” the moment Marwick repeated her name she detached her gaze from his tempting body. “Pineapple! Potatoes! Seeds! Green apples! ...” She stopped for a moment. “What else!” he demanded. “I am thinking Marwick! Shut up and let me think!” Marwick turned to her who was tapping her finger to her forehead. She hadn’t realized that she had not only called him by his name but also asked him to shut up.