Novel & Cerita One Can Get Too Familiar With Vegetables

A fresh vegetable salad sounded perfect. Opening the fridge, I scanned the shelves and pulled out everything I needed—crisp lettuce, ripe tomatoes, crunchy cucumbers, and a few other ingredients. After washing them thoroughly, I placed them on the cutting board and began chopping them with slow, deliberate movements. The steady sound of the knife hitting the board filled the quiet kitchen, creating a calm and familiar rhythm.

“We would want…s-some spinach, green p-peas, broccoli, c- cauliflower and some…brussels sprouts…Thank you-u, Sir.” Eleanor squeezed her hand again. And when Amara looked at her, she had hoped her eyes were showing just how proud she was of her friend. Since Amara smiled shyly at her, looking down on the paper she was holding, she felt that the message has been delivered nicely. “That’s a lot of vegetables,” The man commented, already going back at his counter and taking some of the vegetables and placing them inside a paper bag. “You should add some meat, girls. Otherwise, these vegetables won’t taste any good. Right?”

Daisy spoke up. The other servant heard and saw the worm. She was pale, and the faces of the other three people were also pale. Daisy said coldly: "Can anyone explain to me why there are worms in this food?" All four maids looked at her a little scared. Aunt Sam said: "Maybe if we don't wash the vegetables thoroughly, there will be leftovers. You know, vegetables often have worms." “You explained very well. Even if you don't wash your vegetables thoroughly, you'll only be left with one or two worms. How can so many worms be left behind in the food?"

Richard said, heading towards the stairs, but she hurried after him. “Mr. Grouchy.” “Mmm?” “You know I’m a farmer’s daughter, right? While exploring Vegas, I bought some root vegetables.” “Root vegetables? What’s that?” he asked. “They grow underground and are often harvested by hand.” “Why are you telling me this?” “I made a delicious soup from them,” she smiled. “So?” “I don’t know if you’d like to try it. It’s a local meal, very healthy. If you’re not interested, I’ll…”

I had already pushed my luck with him, so pushing it further would have been like asking for the moon, don’t you think? As I pondered over it, my appetite vanished and I idly played with my spoon, leaving it abandoned on my plate. But as soon as my gaze fell on the carrots, I quickly plucked them out. I had a strong distaste for vegetables, perhaps because I lacked any healthy fats. Despite indulging in sugary and greasy treats, I was fortunate enough to not gain any extra weight. As I harvested the veggies off the plate, one by one, and transferred them to a separate empty plate, I was abruptly halted by a stern voice that demanded my attention, speaking in a sharp tone. “What are you doing

"Miss Finola! Those vegetables... The vegetables won't be edible after Miss... Miss..." The chef was speechless when he saw the fresh vegetables that Maya had brought before, had now turned into a strange shape and had a strange, scary color like in the horror movies. He never knew that mixing vegetables with some chemicals could change it physique to that extent. The chef involuntarily shuddered, as he took his eyes off from the strange ingredients.

I blinked it away and wiped the tear before it could fall. No more crying today. I stood and headed toward the kitchen, perhaps I needed something—anything—to do with my hands coz if I stayed there idle….a suicide attempt might be a goddamn possiblity I ain't joking. As I approached the kitchen, the scent hit me first. Something earthy….garlic? Or was it tomatoes? No, I know it was fresh vegetables. Yeah, I remembered that as a kid, I loved having vegetables. Weird right? I was a weird six-year-old that was for sure.

Wait what? "I'm sorry, did you just say vegetables?" I asked surprised. My eyes widened and lips tilted up ready to burst out laughing. "No burgers or McDonalds?" he blinked. "Burger King, Subway, Pizza hut?" he shook his head like an innocent child. "what seriously?" I gasped, my mouth open like a fish. "I mean, I don't mind having them but what's so wrong in loving vegetables, I mean look at me-" he opened his arms signing towards his built body. "this is all thanks to all those carbs and proteins I eat everyday" he winked making me scoff. "Health freak" I muttered. "I heard that" his deep voice whispered in my ear making me gulp as a shiver ran down my spine.

Every day peeled back a new layer of who he was beneath the bravado. He had these strange little quirks that both fascinated and softened me. Like his irrational hatred for vegetables. He loathed them with every fiber of his being but still shoved them down his throat just because I said they were good for him. He’d glare at me across the table, chewing like I’d just sentenced him to death, eyes narrowed with a betrayal so dramatic it was almost theatrical. And yet, every time, he’d finish his plate. Not because he wanted to. But because I asked.

“Of course.” He got off of her. Agatha sighs in relief. He asked her, “How's the surrounding here?" "It's good. Although no one lives here there are a wide variety of plants and vegetables.” “Why are you excited?" “Meaning we won’t die of hunger.” “You mean I have to be a vegetarian.” “No. Not really. There are fishes.” “Oh, okay.” “What’s wrong with being a vegan?” asked Agatha. “Nothing. I mean I don’t mind it, but I would still like some meat every now and then.”