Scrambled Jake's Menu Novels & Stories

he stated. Three down. Seven to go. A couple of men choked on their food. Sue came out and brought Jake a plate of meatloaf and the lumpy mashed potatoes. “I’m sorry, Jake. I didn’t have the heart to give you the casserole again.” “You’re doing great,” he whispered. He ate his meal without flinching. The more he tasted the stuff, the less he shuddered when he took his first bite.

That’s all it takes to make the ache ease up, just for a little while. Jake sets a plate in front of me, warm toast, scrambled eggs, and a little bowl of strawberries on the side like he knows exactly what I’d want. He leans against the counter with his own plate and watches me with that soft look he always saves just for me. Leaning forward, I peck him on his lips as a thank you before I take a bite, then glance up at him. “So… things at base are kind of a mess.” He arches a brow, chewing his food but listening closely.

I replied. “I guess the location is good so you catch tons of king crabs,” Jake uttered before looking at his laptop. “I’ll excuse now. Thanks again,” I said. “Yes, yes. Kindly please tell Zeno to cook for two king crabs,” Jake uttered. “Alright!” I replied before going to Zeno, who went straight to the kitchen to prepare the king crabs we caught in the fridge. “Jake requested two king crabs for our breakfast,” I declared. He looked at me while preparing the ingredients, but when he saw Czy, who I was carrying, he stopped what he was doing and approached us.

“Yes, Jake brought breakfast for me and him. He offered, but we fought. Things went out of control, and you arrived.” “Oh, let me see what he had brought.” I handed him the packet, and he opened it to find chicken wings, pizza, and a Coke. Instead of helping himself, he sniffed the food. “There’s a strange smell coming from the packet. Here, check!” I took it from him and held it to my nose. “Yes. It’s heady, like drugs or medicines. Don’t you think so?”

But still curious about his work here, as an illegitimate son of a billionaire. “What are you doing here?” I asked flustered. “After that mini tribulation with the sugar packs, Liam decided to stripped away my freedom by working in this filthy place,” uttered Jake. “Not to mention, the greasy and ultra-salted food that you’re eating right now,” he added trying to retched in disgust. Lambasting the restaurants reputation made me abhor Jake even more. He was supposed to be following Liam’s footsteps, but is already far-fetched from now on. I know he’s a drop out, but he shouldn’t squander his time in follies and pettiness.

Knowing it was not going to set well with her, she tried to pick something that would do the least amount of damage. By the time waitress Wendy arrived with the beers and water, Jacqui had decided on the barbecue beef, corn on the cob, and barbecue baked beans. She wasn't sure if she had ever had beans with barbecue sauce before, but it was the only way they came, so she was stuck trying it. Their vegetable selections were the basic, corn and green beans. They did offer fried okra, but the way the building looked, she was scared to attempt anything that probably wasn't ordered much by its clientele. She doubted it would be fresh. They placed their orders and then stared at each other after W

i said getting on my feet. I saw Jack smiling as he sip his coffee. " Sit " he mouthed. I stare at him cocking an eyebrow then i finally lower myself to sit unwillingly. Laura serve me smiling at me then she went away. I stare at my breakfast before me and my stomach grumble in protest. " Eat, she won't poison the food. I make her eat from it " Jack said I smile in response before eating. After a long while we are all ready to go to our various outing.

Jacob looked at the menu and didn't know what to order so he looked at her and smiled. “Why don’t you pick out your favorite item from the menu for me?” He asked with his deep voice. She was confused so she looked up at him and saw his beautiful face and blushed and he smiled. “Oh- um- well, my favorite item is the Bacon, ham, and cheese breakfast sandwich and a Chai Latte,” she said. It was like she was in a trance while talking to him. He nodded and took out his wallet and paid for it and she looked.

"Finnick Lynch, do yourself a favor and drop out. Getting expelled later will look worse." I crouched, picked up the tray, and laughed at him. "No matter how bad it gets, it will never look worse than someone who eats shit." His smile froze. I kept going, my voice light. "That bowl of soup? I had mixed the broth with water squeezed out of an old bathroom mop." Luther's face drained of color. "Soaked overnight," I added. "Still foamy when I wrung it out. I even added a little, fresh contribution from the last person who used the toilet. The smell? Completely covered by the vegetables. Did you taste it?"

Get real. [I just drank some cold water, and now I have stomach cramps so bad I want to die.] [Mom... I want to go home...] Watching the stream of desperate messages scroll past, Jake lifted the lid. The rich, savory aroma of lamb and herbs filled the cabin. He ladled a generous portion into a bowl—tender meat, soft carrots and potatoes swimming in dark, flavorful broth. He took a bite. The warmth spread through his chest like a furnace. "Ahhh—"