Hot Fried Rice

I stare at my plate of fried rice.

A little bit....
Just a little bit left!
I tried to convince myself as I concentrated on chewing.

chew...chew...chew

"Hey. Why are you looking so serious even when you're eating?!"

Her voice broke my concentration.

Looking to my right, I gave her a blank look.
She looked as though she's about to burst out laughing anytime soon.

"It's spicy, you moron! Do you expect me to flash a sweet smile when it felt like atomic bombs exploding in your mouth?!"

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Of course....that would be my answer....in my imagination.
Right, back to reality.

I answered (with this expression: -.-), "It's spicy."

Her smile curved wider as her eyes widen.
"Spicy? No, it's not! You can't stand garlic ar? No wonder you don't eat garlic much!'


=_=! Puh-leez.....
My memory recalled you scooping only two spoonful of raw garlic into your plate.
As for me...I scoop about five spoonful.
Do your math and find out who has a more exhilarating meal.


Again...I didn't say that out loud.
Just concentrating on chewing.


chew...chew...chew
A little bit....
Just a little bit left!