Onigiri Miya Novels & Stories

Nori said as he ruffles Mikey’s hair. He then turn to me and ask what I wanted. “I don’t like spicy,” I admitted, “I am willing to try the grilled and fried ones, of course not spicy, but I love buttered shrimps the most. Nicolo used to make me some when we were leaving together.” “Got it,” Nori said. He motioned for a waiter to come to us and told him our order. Nori paused and turned to me, “Any special drink you want?” He asked.

“It's a bit complicated to explain. I told you, right?” Tessa nodded in understanding. There did seem to be something Miya was hiding and Tessa had to respect that. After all, they had just met after a long time, right? Why were they talking about something so complicated? Their conversation was warm, although there was a bit of tension due to the presence of Desi and the bodyguards. However, the mood changed drastically when the food was served. Miya was eager to enjoy the sushi. Miya suddenly felt nauseous. Her face turned pale, and before she could say anything, she vomited violently. “Get rid of it all!

“But if you want, I could try baking one…” “Yes, please!” “How about 宫保虾蛄?” I asked. (Gōng bǎo xiā gū) (Spicy, stir-fried mantis prawn) “要饭么?” (Yào fàn me?) (Do you need rice?) “Yes, of course!” “…Rice?” Kuroyuki murmured. “…I want a 弁当, please.” (Bento) (Home-packed meal) “Then would you mind having the same rice with Kuroyuki instead?” Blaze asked me.

"One soup three dishes?" The chef nodded, then used his hands to point. "Miso Soup, grilled fish, Tagamo-yaki, also known as omelet, Nimono and Tsukemono, you call them vegetables. Then, last but not the least, a pot of high-grade sencha green tea." "I call this brilliance," Caine said, rubbing his plans together. "What's your name, chef?" I asked. "Chef Toba," he answered with a hand to his chest and a bow.

Miria had her own identification papers despite not going to the kingdom often. Jai followed them in and they stopped at a food stand to by some drinks. Miria was looked tired and sweat could be seen glistening on the side of her face. Jai asked her if she felt alright, and she told him she just need a few minutes to catch her breath. So they sat on the chairs provided by the food stalls. And while they waited, Jai ordered himself a snack. It was some kind of potato ball wrapped up in a layer of egg and bread crumbs, and deep fried so they were crunchy. Jai requested some tomato sauce as the topping so that it would have some sweet flavor. Jai popped one into his mouth, a bit surprised by ho

He kisses me sometimes, and if I react passively, he gets annoyed, but when I actually give him some response, he pushes me away! Miya shook her head in confusion. She wishes she could be a cat. A cat's life is much better. She thought. For dinner, Miya prepared an Italian meal tonight, with stuffed mushrooms as appetizers, brandy cream ravioli as main, and Caesar salad.

**Haru (smiling):** “Easy. Pinch, don’t stab.” I show her the grip—thumb and forefinger on the top stick, middle finger guiding the bottom. She mirrors me, a little clumsy at first, but gets an onigiri to her mouth on the third try. **Mia (after the first bite, eyes closing):** “Oh my gods. This is so good. The rice is perfect. And the sour plum in the middle—” **Haru:** “Umeboshi. Mom’s specialty.” We eat in comfortable quiet for a minute, just the sound of chopsticks and the low roar of the cafeteria behind us.

“Sakura?” Sakura opened her eyes, thinking it had only been a few seconds since Haruka and Brenda had left. She frowned, wondering why they had returned so soon. When she noted the hot bowl of rice porridge in Haruka’s hands, she realized it had not been a mere few seconds at all. It was probably at least half an hour. “That was quick,” she said, inhaling the smell of food that came her way. “And it looks delicious.” “It’s my specialty.” Haruka beamed with delight. “Chicken rice porridge made the Japanese way. It’s good for recovery, especially when you’re sick.”