Mash X Lemon 소설 & 이야기

“This is incredible, Laura.” “You're just saying that,” she said, feeling her cheeks tingle once again. “I'm dead serious,” he said. “This is unbelievable. How did you make this?” “I won't tell you all of the secrets,” she said, with a sly smile. “But I can tell you that part of it is about using lemons straight off of the tree. Once you have lemonade with fresh lemons, you'll never be able to go back.” “You're right about that,” he said, shaking his head in awe. “I think you've just ruined me. I'll never be able to drink lemonade from the store again.”

Sharon pointed out. “No, that’s where you are wrong. Making a lemonade not only needs effort but also concentration. In order to make a perfect lemonade, you need the proper lemons— not too ripe. And then, measuring the amount of lemon extract you pour is extremely important. Of course, the sugar is to be—” “So, you squeeze in lemon and add sugar?” Sharon said, hoping that Seraphine would be sparing her from that nonsensical explanation. Sharon doubted Seraphine knew how to even extract the lemon.

Janus is walking right behind them, his eyes scanning the stalls. My mind races. Bitter-root is an alkaline plant. To neutralize it fast, I need a heavy acid and something sweet to mask the remaining burn. I grab three large lemons from the apple crate and slice them in half with violent, quick strokes. I squeeze the juice straight into the bubbling pot, the acid hissing against the hot metal. Next, I grab the jar of crushed honey-apples I prepared for dessert. I dump the entire sticky, sweet paste into the broth, stirring it with all the strength in my arms.

I asked the waiter. "The apple cider bourbon smash is popular — bourbon, fresh apple cider from our orchard, lemon, and a touch of maple syrup. Or if you prefer something lighter, the rosemary gin fizz is excellent." "I'll try the bourbon one," I decided. Miles ordered the same, and the waiter disappeared with a promise to return shortly. Left to ourselves again, Miles leaned forward slightly, his elbows on the table. "So. Thoughts so far?"

"Grasshopper, probably." "Grasshopper?!" Leo lets out a loud laugh. "Bugs? In a milkshake." I chuckle. "It's just an expression. It's actually mint and chocolate." Leo's eyes grow wide. "Oooo..." "And it's green," I add. "Green?!" Leo gasps and returns his gaze to Isabella. She matches his surprise. "That's crazy, right?" I feel a hand on my arm. Marisol. I glance at her and she's smiling at me. The pinch at the corner of her eyes says so much without her having to say anything at all.

he said and gave a nod of affirmation. I groaned and got out of bed. What an annoying specimen? I thought and left to the kitchen. I sliced a lemon into four slices and got two cups. I placed two lemon slices in each cup and put water in them. I slowly sipped on one and handed Min the other cup when he walked in "It helps with detox," I said and continued drinking. He drank the whole thing in one gulp and chewed the lemon. I stared wide eye at him and gulped the rest. "That was gross," I said, rinsed both our cups and went to the bathroom. I took my brush and went in search of the paste. "Min," I called out. He rushed in and gave me a once over. "You arent' hurt?" he asked.

I yelled. “I am the machine,” she grunted. I couldn’t breathe from laughing.We played for an hour until half the group was crying on the floor from laughter. “Alright,” I said, standing dramatically. “Who wants fancy drinks?” “ME,” everyone said in unison like a cult. I brought out the strawberry vibe punch, sparkling apple juice, orange soda, lemon slices, mint leaves, and those tiny colorful umbrellas that make everything feel like a vacation. Maya mixed something purple and horrifying.

I ask. “It’s lemon soup. The soup is made with tamarind paste, coconut milk, galangal, lemons, palm sugar, fresh cilantro, bird's eye chillies and baby corn. It might not sound like the best but it's actually really delicious. It's a personal favorite of the men on the council so that's why I'll be teaching you how to prepare it today." “Okay, how can I assist?” Loic chimes in. “You can help us taste the food to discern if it meets expectations. Since I and Isa will be cooking it, our taste buds will be a bit compromised.”

I ask, grinning and wrapping my arms around my knees as I watch him. “You like honey,” he murmurs, his attention still on the tray as he opens the packet of cookies and puts a few out on a plate. “I noticed. Plus, ginger and honey is good together.” Carefully, he lifts the saucer holding the teacup and hands it to me. “It’d be better if there was a little lemon to add too, but,” he shrugs. “We can trick you into eating fruits and vegetables when we get to land.” “Really? Lemon?” I say, curious and taking a sip of my tea, enjoying the way the warmth runs down my throat. And, in particular, the view of my handsome mafia boyfriend over the rim of the cup.

I leaned back, closing my eyes to savor it. When I opened them, I found Mason staring down at me. His expression wasn't cold anymore—it was hungry. A blush scorched my cheeks. "You like it," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave. "I do," I stammered. "What’s the secret ingredient?" "Amaretto," he said. "Apricot and bitter almond. It cuts through the darkness." "It's perfect," I said, holding his gaze as I used my thumb to wipe a fleck of foam from my lip.