>>5480965>>5480923>>5480908《Good morning-afternoon-evening!》
《It is… cherry time.》
Her gentle voice soothes his mind, evoking the feeling of a storyteller recounting tales to put children to sleep.
Egg fried rice, oyster soup, and a salad.
Simple, cheap, and high in protein.
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《i remember my grandpa talking about how expensive the oysters were back in the early 2000s. seeing tanks of them in front of restaurants but never getting the chance to eat them..》
《funny how something that was considered peasant food some 300 years ago became rich people’s food for about two hundred years, and now it’s back in the hands of normal people again. modded ones, at least.》
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《’How much water for the ricecooker?’ uh.
i usually stick my finger in there. if it reaches the first joint of your finger, it’s probably good enough.》
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《i don’t recommend putting a lot of salad dressing. It’s a lot of oil and fat. Not Saying You Shouldn’t Eat Those, but these things can really add up. if you want flavor, i suggest eating them with the mushrooms or meat in the rice.》
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Nhon is finally done with all the recipes.
The egg fried rice and salad are packed into boxes, the oyster soup is contained in a steel bottle, and a plastic water bottle are packed into his bag.
13.30.
Plenty of time to clean the cooking utensils.
It’s nice to cook again for once. Ever since high school, he never mustered the strength to do so. While the chances of cooking spaghetti or steak with his mom again is basically zero, at the very least..
at least..
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It means nothing.
His life means nothing to them.
All that time.. all that money spent.. all those hours.. he can barely speak Chinese or Japanese, let alone Spanish. Having his arguments be shut down, always being in the wrong, always being the one that souring the mood, always being compared as inferior to the other students in school or his sister.
The contempt on their faces when they yell at him for raising his voice and telling him how it is predictable that he doesn’t have friends or people close to him at school. He didn’t bother arguing. It will end with him being punished and his parents refusing to believe the truth anyways.
The dissatisfaction of their faces when Nhon answers that no one asked him out during his high school or university years.
The vitriol of their words when they disown him for assaulting a Masanaga employee.
Even with his hands and heart hardened, hearing his parents telling him that they always knew he was a crook and a parasite cut pretty deep.
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Nhon stops himself from crying and focuses on the task at hand.
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