As I sat at the dining table of my cozy apartment, the aroma of the chicken noodle soup enveloped the room, a comforting scent that seemed to hug my senses. Each spoonful was a warm embrace from my mom's heart, and I couldn't help but savor every bite.
I then glanced over at Inderjit, who had managed to devour half of my portion in my absence. This guy can never be trustworthy. His expression was a mix of guilt and longing as he watched me take the last few spoonfuls. Our eyes met briefly, and he knew I had no choice but to finish what remained of the savory broth, noodles!!!and chicken.
Well, I did eat enough with Pepper while watching that possessive teacher-student romantic thriller Netflix drama called Dark Desire. But for chicken noodle soup, I'll always have an extra space left in
