PFC Chapter 294 Sharing delicious food with the cute little boy
Chapter 294 Sharing delicious food with the cute little boy
At this moment, after a period of refrigeration, the pot of fruit tea has reached its peak condition. I walked to the refrigerator with joy, carefully took it out, and gently placed it on the dining table. Then, I took out a delicate glass and slowly poured the fruit tea into it.
The liquid in the cup displayed captivating colors, with slices of various fruits looming within, like a beautiful painting. I lifted the cup of fruit tea to my lips, taking a deep breath, savoring the refreshing, sweet aroma. Then, I took a gentle sip, letting the cool, sour, and sweet flavor slowly spread across my tongue.
As the fruit tea slid down my throat, a cool sensation instantly spread throughout my body, leaving me feeling incredibly comfortable. I put down the cup and turned my gaze to the freshly fried spareribs beside me. The golden, crispy crust exuded an alluring aroma, making my mouth water.
I eagerly picked up a piece of pork chop and took a bite. With a snap, the crispy outer layer broke, revealing the juicy, melt-in-your-mouth tender meat. A light minty fragrance filled the air, perfectly counteracting the greasiness of fried food and making the taste even more delicious.
I sat at the dining table, my left hand gently cradling a cup of fragrant fruit tea. With my right, I carefully picked up a piece of golden, fragrant fried pork ribs and placed it in my mouth. A gentle bite of my teeth revealed a crisp "crack," and the aroma of juicy, tender meat instantly filled my mouth. The delicious taste was intoxicating and irresistible.
I narrowed my eyes slightly, and my mind began to slowly recall the entire day's experiences, like a movie. I hurried to the nursery this morning, faced with a mountain of work (I received information about the various nurseries across the empire, including information about their facilities and the problems they were facing, and I wanted to help them find solutions). I felt a sense of pressure that enveloped me. At noon, I finally managed a moment to eat, but I only ate a few quick bites before returning to the frenzy of work. It wasn't until the evening, at the end of the day, that I finally returned home, exhausted.
Yet, at that moment, as I savored this delicious meal, all my fatigue and stress seemed to vanish in an instant. In its place, I was filled with a sense of contentment and a joyful feeling radiating from within. In this warm and cozy little home, free from the hustle and bustle of the outside world, I was alone, quietly enjoying a sumptuous dinner I had cooked myself. Such a wonderful moment was truly refreshing and incredibly satisfying!
Just as I was completely immersed in this rare moment of peace and tranquility, the crisp, melodious ring of the doorbell suddenly shattered the tranquility. I couldn't help but wonder: Who could it be at this late hour? Filled with curiosity, I slowly stood up and walked towards the door. Once I stopped, I peeked through the peephole in the door and saw that it was the usually mischievous little boy from my next-door neighbor.
So, I slowly reached out, gently placed my hand on the doorknob, and carefully turned it. With a slight creak, the door slowly opened a crack. Through the narrow gap, I saw a small figure standing quietly in the doorway. It was a little boy, no more than seven or eight years old, his childish face filled with shyness and timidity.
He lowered his head slightly, his hands tightly gripping a slightly worn comic book as if it were his most precious treasure. He would occasionally glance up at me with his large, watery eyes, a hint of unease and nervousness in them. When our eyes met, he would quickly lower his head like a startled little rabbit, gripping the comic book even tighter. It was a rare sight to see a paper comic book in this interstellar world.
Finally, the little boy seemed to muster up the courage and looked up at me again. His lips trembled slightly as he called out, "Sister..." Then, he took a deep breath, trying to steady his voice, "I accidentally dropped this comic book in your yard. I'm returning it to you..." As soon as he finished speaking, he handed the comic book to me with lightning speed, so fast that it caught me off guard.
After completing this action, the little boy breathed a sigh of relief, but remained standing, unmoved. He blinked his bright eyes, anxiously awaiting my response. Perhaps he was worried about my anger after accidentally throwing the ball into my yard and breaking my window, so he was being extra cautious. Looking at this adorable yet somewhat pitiful little creature before me, I couldn't help but smile. I reached out and gently touched his head, whispering, "It's okay, little one. I won't take it to heart. And since you're here, don't be in such a hurry to leave. Come in and share some delicious food with me." At my words, the little boy's previously tense face instantly broke into a bright smile, as bright and charming as a flower in full bloom on a spring day.
The little boy's eyes, which had been somewhat dull, suddenly lit up, shining with excitement. He walked into the house with brisk steps, and sat down steadily at the dining table.
I smiled and poured him a cup of fragrant fruit tea. Then, with my chopsticks, I carefully scooped up several pieces of the temptingly colored and fragrant pork ribs and placed them in the bowl in front of him. The little boy's eyes lit up, and he unceremoniously grabbed his chopsticks and devoured the food. Every bite was a crunching sound. His mouth was so full, his cheeks puffed up like a cute little squirrel, and he kept mumbling, "It's so delicious! It's so delicious!"
In a short while, the little boy had devoured the ribs in his bowl, even licking the remaining soup on the plate. Satisfied, he looked up with a happy and satisfied smile on his face and said to me, "Thank you, these ribs are simply delicious!"
After dinner, we took a short break and sat side by side on the sofa, flipping through that wonderful comic book together. The funny pictures and funny plots in the book made us laugh out loud, and the laughter rose and fell, like a string of cheerful notes jumping and floating in the room.
Time passed quietly in this relaxed and joyful atmosphere. Before I knew it, the sky outside the window gradually turned a light black, and night began to fall. The little boy looked up at the sky and realized it was time to go home. He stood up, politely thanked me, and turned to leave.
I watched the little boy disappear through the doorway before looking back at the remaining food on the table. I figured I'd just make a simple, refreshing vegetable soup for dinner, and heat up the leftover shrimp for a late-night snack. That would be a good idea, too. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile. I felt that, despite being busy today, it had been a fulfilling and enjoyable day.