Salad Days の小説・ストーリー

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"Salads contain a lot of vitamins, especially with original mayonaise." But Liana chose to return it to the salad and take the salad herself. "I can take it myself without you take it for me." Nova understands Liana's nature, still as cynical as yesterday. "Are you still upset with me?" asked Nova. While eating salad, Liana replied. "For what? She asked back. "About yesterday," replied Nova. "Speaking of which I didn't mess around yesterday, I'm serious." "I'll think about it," said Liana.

"He's in the kitchen, preparing our food." "You're alone?" Alphabette asked. She even looked back if Austin was left outside the gate. "He'll try to come up, he went to work." "Sunday?" Alpha asked with doubt. Sunday is supposed to be for family day, bonding together. Life is not just about working and earning money, enjoy and seize moments with your loved ones as much as you can. "Yes?" Bea answered a bit of questioning. They headed into the kitchen and saw Finn wearing an apron and holding a ladle and a bowl.

Your voice was muffled, but still managed to let out a soft laugh as you spoke. "The pancakes in your mouth! Disgusting!" I complained, but you only laughed as an answer. We both know how much I don't like seeing the mashed food from the mouth because it often makes me wanna vomit when I am eating at the same time. "But you need to finish up too. We're going to start the messages later," you reminded as you let out a soft laugh. Right. The sixth day was meant for making and filming messages for what you said are sort of a last message in case someone got to leave without giving a proper goodbye.

Camille said pushing her “All of my stories start off with a salad.” “Pretty sure it’s a requirement at this point.” Priscilla agreed. “Ness, can we have pancakes the day after prom?” Camille practically begged. “Aye, we can do that.”

Pia Drew woke up by the sound of her alarm. It was 4:30 am. She was in between deciding to head back to sleep or get up early for her summer class. She didn't have time to decide when she heard clinking downstairs. When she peeked from the inside balcony, she saw Andrew in a white sleeveless top, cooking an early breakfast. She headed down. "I'm sorry did I wake you up?" Andrew inquired while frying eggs. "No. I always get up early. I can do the cooking if you like."

Ada said with a smirk, tapping on another persons Instagram story. "Guy I'm depending on you oh, this thing isn't entering my head." Shalom cut in with a groan, referring to Ada. "Your boyfriend is not coming to school?" Ada asked with a smirk, ignoring Shalom's words. Janet perked up at them rolling her eyes, of course she told her two best friends about Saturday.

𝘛𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘺. 𝘌𝘨𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦.

He asked giggling excitedly. "A head of lettuce, an avocado, some romaine, watercress, tomatoes, some cold chicken breast, a hard-boiled egg, chives, cheese, and some old-fashioned French dressing." "Who does that?" He asked jokingly. "I don't understand." "Who creates a meal with items found in the fridge?" Amanda asked, mocking me. "It's not a story and it's not fictional either. It's real." Alex laughed and I gave him an offended look. "So what happened to the salad?" He asked.

“Really? That sounds nice. It’s peaceful out here.” Brenda nodded, feeling a pang of sadness but hesitant to share too much. “Yeah, it was. My husband and I would bring our two daughters here. We’d spend our days fishing, gardening, and just enjoying the quiet.” Later that day, Brenda suggested they make a salad for lunch. They gathered fresh vegetables from the garden—lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers—and mixed them with a light vinaigrette. They also added some grilled chicken for extra protein. The meal was colorful and nutritious, and Jessica seemed to enjoy it.