Novel & Cerita Sonic Cheese Chao

She held on without hesitation, her little fingers gripping my thumb, trusting me completely, and I followed her through the dark apartment and tried not to think too much about what that trust did to me. “What kind does Mummy usually make?” I asked, flicking on the kitchen light. “The white bread, not the brown one,” Chloe instructed seriously, pulling herself up onto a kitchen stool. “And the yellow cheese, not the orange one. And you have to cut it diagonal, not straight across. Straight across tastes different.” “Does it really?” I said amusedly, finding the white bread. “Obviously,” Chloe said impatiently. I made the sandwich exactly to her specifications while she watched from her stoo

“It was never served. I did love macaroni and cheese, though. And pickles.” I giggled. “Then we are going to go pop your grilled cheese cherry,” I told him. “And they have a great mac and cheese if you hate the sandwich.” “Do you like this place?” he asked, looking down at me with those blue eyes. Today they were the color of the sky just before nightfall. Dark and blue and beautiful. “I do,” I told him. My favorite is called ‘The Young American.’ It’s cheese, tomato, and bacon on sourdough bread. Sometimes I have them add avocado and roasted red peppers, too. It’s delicious.”

Zoe announced cheerfully, entering the living room with a tray of food. “Whatcha go?” I asked eagerly. The weed not only left my body numb but gave me an extreme case of the munchies. “Today Chef Zoe has prepared Southwestern Chicken Tortilla Soup with Three Cheese Quesadillas. Enjoy.” “Oh, my God. It smells so good,” I groaned. “Duh.” I took one bite and fell in love with her all over again. “Is there more in there?” I asked, looking toward the kitchen like a crackhead looking for a score.

I wiggled slightly at the hot warmth. Seeing as I wasn't going to move, he reached out and uncovered the tray. My eyes was met with a pile of white, steaming buns and the sweet scent of barbecue. "It's Cha Siu Bao. Which is basically barbecue-pork-filled bun. Now eat." I didn't move. "Charlotte." He frowned, "I don't like to repeat myself. I will force feed you if I have to." I shook my head. It's bad enough that I broke his no talking rule. It's bad enough that I'm feeling attached to Theós and Aries. I can't sink myself in a deeper hole.