A Hot Pot Day
I was badly craving for steamed rice that day. Marcus knows that if I don’t get steamed rice in more than two days, I get grumpy. So that one particular day we agreed to walk around the neighborhood to look for a restaurant that serves steamed rice because there’s no way I am going to eat pizza, or pasta, or steak with pomme frites without eating rice first . And so I found one and it’s the first we’ve bump into. I was already very hungry and I refuse to walk another 5 minutes or so to find another restaurant so I insisted to just go in this place. This restaurant was not a very enticing but I am very sure that they serve rice so after a little persuasion, Marcus agreed to go in. It was a hot pot—the kind where they put this huge pot with soup and flavorings in the middle of the table with a burner and you just put the raw meat pieces, vegetable, etc. in the pot and let it cook.
I ordered but Marcus didn’t. He said he is not hungry but he would like to get a cold coke to drink. So I ate alone and I ate with gusto even if I can feel Marcus’ disgust the whole time.
