Night. At the hotel suite of Rain Sanctuary Hotel. The CHORUS members were all seated at the table. Laid out in front of them were white plates with spoon and a fork. The sweet smell of adobo wafted in the air. The CHORUS members’ mouths were all watering from the scent alone.
They’ve tasted adobo at Kusina ni Nanay, yet they can all tell that Hayden’s cooking was much more sophisticated.
A few seconds later, Hayden came out of the kitchen wearing an apron atop his clothes earlier. He carried a silver pot that contained his special Adobong Manok at Baboy. He put the pot in the middle.
The CHORUS members, analogous to ravenous wolves, was going to dig in when Hayden stopped them. “Wait, wait, wait. Rice. We need rice. This is a viand. All viands taste better with rice.”
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