Manhua Salad Days Novels & Stories

I am a whiskey man through and through, from the strong taste to the fire going down my throat and into my gut. “You’re looking very handsome, Brannigan.” Immi is grinning. “I aim to please, darlin’.” She comes over and presses her mighty fine lips to mine. “Good. Sit down and I’ll get the starter out of the fridge. We’re having a Parisian salad with chicken, ham, Comte cheese and mushrooms.” “Wow that sounds amazing.” I am starving my hungry is already rumbling, just the sound of it is making all the juices start to flow.

Reese was blinking furiously, signaling Larissa to be careful. Larissa politely greeted, "Madam, have you eaten?" Alma snorted coldly, "I'm too angry to eat anything!" Larissa cheerfully suggested, "If Madam's appetite is off, how about asking the kitchen to prepare a creamy chicken soup with noodles and a watermelon salad to cool off?" Alma slammed the table. "Larissa, enough with your sidestepping! Tell me, have you been flirting with some man outside, making Ambrose a cuckold?"

She opened her eyes, he was eating an apple he took from the shelf. Embarrassment, all she could feel filled in her body. The smirk on his face was gone, he smiled towards her and walked away. She took a deep breath. “He never loses a chance to embarrass me,” she thought, angrily and turned towards the stove. She decided to make the infamous Asian desert sweet mesh carrots. She remembers she learned that from her grandma after she came to know from Eliza that Roman liked this recipe. The weather was still rainy. *********** “Where is Saliha?” asked Hunza.

He sighed, “Yeah, I was just joking. The noodles are cold. We should eat them now.” She was too stubborn. The flash of pain in her eyes did not escape Haydn’s sharp eyes. After a while, Haydn lifted his head. “Do you not eat scallions?” He saw Jane avoiding the scallions in her noodles sneakily. Haydn did not say anything. He reached over and took Jane’s bowl in front of him. Jane was shocked. The man opposite her was picking up all of the scallions and putting them into his bowl. “I love scallions.”

I'm really happy that I can be friends with Harold, but it seems that I shouldn't get too close to him lest Brian has an excuse to say sarcastic words. “I finished my assignment today. I'm getting ready to go home.” “Let's go to dinner. A friend of mine repatriated and opened a small restaurant selling spicy noodles and fried fish balls. He wanted me to come to the restaurant to attend his opening, but if I go alone, there are too few people, and here I don't know anyone to invite them to come along. I can't ask the old men upstairs to eat children's food.” Harold grabbed my hand and said in a pleading voice.

What the fuck is wrong with me? I pick at the salad in front of me. It’s some kind of mesclun green, dark purple and green. Frisee lettuce, baby spinach. Candied nuts. Blue cheese. Balsamic glaze. Fancy salad. The kind that I love but my appetite has taken a sudden hit by the foolishness of my own words. He’s going back and forth between eating his salad and studying me like I’m an animal in a zoo. Maybe he’s wondering what is going on through my head.

Si Yi Yan scowled and Mo Ting opened his mouth to say that there was no need but before he could Si Yi Yan too piled up his orange chicken on top of his cold rice . " I only have this much " grumbled Si Yi Yan surly as if not happy about losing his chicken . " no , its alright . " said Mo Ting waving his hands trying to tell the both of them that it was fine " will you like these meatballs ?" " Nope " said Ye Mufan offhandedly , displaying his straightforwardness " I can't stomach them and you won't be able to either once you have a taste of Auntie Ji 's chicken "

“Is it, now, young lady? Ohoho, for drinks, we have cold and warm tea, red grass tea, and ginger tea. We also have juices, if you feel like something sweet. For the snacks, we have fried potato, fish, mushrooms, also salty and sweet toast. If you desire something more, appetizingly bigger portion, we have chicken skewer, green noodle—Ah!” As the man was listing the menu, Usha suddenly jumped up the table, surprising him. Miria immediately took the cat to her arms and scolded him. “Usha… Don’t jump on the table! That’s rude!” Barun apologized to the man as the plump man lowered the note covering its surprised face and smiled again as if nothing happened. “It’s alright! Just, uh, make sure it

I made a mental note to monitor my alcohol intake just a little more closely this time. The mystery of how I got home and tucked into bed so neatly after my last date with Nevi flitted through my mind. I pushed it away. I had an opportunity to recoup myself with this man. I didn’t want anything to spoil it. “I hope you do not mind. I took the liberty of ordering for you again. It seems to be my habit with you,” he smiled broadly. “This salad looks delicious. I’m sure the meal will be just as good.” I looked across the table to discover his salad plate was missing. “Aren’t you having a salad?”

asked the strange man staring at the young woman before him who had her eyes close when biting on the chips. She didn’t say anything only her face turned red out of embarrassment. The people around the small restaurant kept looking at them. “Who is she?” asked a man drinking beer. “I don’t know but the dude seems to know her” said a man with smoking a cigarette. “The first time I also ate them I danced as I took a bite” said the strange man finally stopping his chair from moving. Miho let out a small laughter which she tried to hide. “Sound funny but it is the true” replied the strange man stretching his arms. “But it is better dancing rather than dreaming about them.”