MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
212. The Extra Part 22
Cyra placed a plate filled with noodle sauce that smoke was still billowing on the front desk of Zaki. He had just cooked boiled noodles with fried shrimp garnish, tomato pieces, and fried chicken thighs.
From the moment Cyra cooks and the cooking process is completed in just a matter of minutes, Zaki invites Sifa to play and cradle Sifa. Then Zaki put Sifa's body to the floor. He frowned staring at the bowl full of various side dishes on it. Even fried chicken thighs that are the size of the jumbo is the bone until it protrudes out due to not fit in the bowl.
“Cyra, this is me being told to eat boiled noodles what?” Zaki looked at Cyra in surprise.
Cyra sat down on Zaki's side. “Ya boiled noodles. What do you think?”
“This is you mostly narok side dishes in the bowl, the air is already a lot, plus chicken thighs, round-round tomato truss again.”
“That means let you be full, Yang.” Cyra ngeles.
“Can be you. If you give shrimp on it, no more fried chicken. And if you give fried chicken, then don't give shrimp anymore. You've mixed noodles with eggs, so it's not until most of this, until the noodles are not delicious. Where the chicken thighs are so big again.”
“He heee...So you want chicken thigh or thigh?”
The corner of Zaki's lips was drawn a little, silly question. “Ya already to room, yuk.” Zaki stood up and pulled Cyra's wrist nimbly.
“E eeh... her noodles have not been eaten yet, play go aja.” Cyra held her body to stay in her seat.
“But you were the one who nawarin your thigh.”
Jeez, Zaki is very busy if offered so. Puh nutmeg stuffed thigh doing times yes.
“Ngurusin my thighs first. Honey is the noodle if it is not consumed. Who will eat if it is cold?” cyra.
Plaque!
“Aw!” Cyra held onto her cheek that had just been hit by a chicken thigh.
Somehow the lifeless thigh could escape from its place and slap Cyra in the face.
“Yeah, baby. Sorry are! I was not on purpose.” Zaki felt very guilty. He stuck out both of his bills to help clear Cyra's smooth cheeks of oil and noodle sauce using a tissue.
“Honey, this is cheek, loh. Not cauldron. You want to fry that chicken again what?” Ask Cyra.
Zaki chuckles. “And I'm sorry. I was not intentionally. You love fried chicken that big, while the thigh container is small.” Zaki threw the tissue into the trash after finishing cleaning Cyra's cheek.
Zaki's gaze returned to the bowl filled with noodles. He frowned looking for the thighs of the chicken that had been defiant of his master, but he did not find. Whether in the bowl or at the table, the thighs are not there.
“Which chicken was it?” Ask Zaki while looking around. Strange, that big thing could be gone.
“Heh? How, say yes? Where's she? Really yes, a very similar gerjain thigh. Kayak filled jin aja can run anywhere.” Cyra followed looking.
“Ya ampuuuun..” Cyra and Zaki simultaneously while looking down and they find the thing they are looking for.
Sifa was biting the chicken thighs with difficulty. Then the boy looked up and smiled showing his newly grown teeth in two and in the middle of it tucked a piece of chicken meat. His cheeks were covered in oil, and his two tiny hands were clutching the thighs of the chicken.
TB