bullyxtreme Chapter 485: Eating is a very private thing
Chapter 485: Eating is a very private thing
[I feel that eating is a very private thing]
Eating with strangers feels like working overtime.
[Even if you are not full and unhappy, you still have to pretend to eat politely]
[Nothing tastes good, especially restrictive]
[Don’t dare to spit out the powder, don’t dare to spit out the bones]
[During the meal, I had to rack my brains to come up with topics to chat and liven up the atmosphere.]
[But you can eat whatever you want in front of your good friends]
[It’s okay to concentrate on eating without chatting]
[You can eat enough, enjoy the food, and it is especially comfortable]
【After eating, you can also gossip with friends about some embarrassing things that happened in your daily life】
[They were laughing and chatting like two psychopaths, having a lot of fun]
"The only time I feel comfortable and have no table manners is when I'm eating with my two younger sisters. That's how it'll be for me for the rest of my life [silly smile]"
"When I was eating hot pot with some friends, they asked me to put the undercooked food back into the pot [laughing]"
"This is how you can show off your big belly after having a meal with acquaintances"
"When I eat with people I don't know well or people I like, I get so nervous I can't eat [black face]"
"Every meal was with strangers. [Shamatte] I was pulled to the main table for the bride and groom. I only knew the groom. The people in front of me were carpooling to the game together. They were complete strangers."
"I was having dinner with a friend and a table of strangers. I felt my hands were shaking a bit while holding the chopsticks, as if I was eating secretly [bye-bye]"
"I eat the same thing with friends who are half-cooked or well-done, but I get really reserved when eating with elders [face covering] But maybe I'm just too social and don't care about that. I just pick up the crab legs and start chewing [face covering]"
"I can still deal with relatives. I just keep a straight face and eat my own food. If someone talks to me, I just deal with them.
But what I am most nervous about are the dinners required for work. The table is full of clients, bosses, etc. I have to sit there and think about how to say something nice while paying attention to my appearance. I have always been said to be very polite when eating.
But at that kind of dinner, I eat more politely. I don't dare to take the food I like, and I worry that someone will suddenly talk to me while I'm eating, so I have to swallow the food in my mouth quickly. I also have to talk when I leave the table, and when we raise a toast together, I have to talk too. Every time, I silently pray in my heart that it will be over soon, and then I will find a place to quickly eat a few mouthfuls of food [lie down]."
"I still prefer to eat alone because I don't have to look at other people's faces and it won't be awkward."
The woman in pink under the canopy read the comments one by one and was deeply touched: Yes, it is fun and interesting to do anything with the sisters who I spend every day with, whether it is eating or shopping.
One time, I hadn't finished my meal yet and wanted to take some from her bowl. It wasn't that I really wanted to eat it, I just wanted to tease her. Until I heard her impatiently yell, "Get out!", I felt relieved immediately.
But having a meal with people you don't know well, watching them eat in small bites while pretending to be polite, is simply not fun at all. No matter how delicious the meal is, you just want to leave quickly.
Sometimes people will talk to me because I am good-looking, but what they say is always dry and boring. It feels like a waste of time to listen to it. It is more fun to watch the little sisters laugh so hard that they spit out their food. They are as cute as a frightened squirrel.
The amused little sister [fake smile mask]: I am blessed to have you.
Woman in pink: Of course, we are best sisters for life!
Little Sister: It’s over. I can’t escape the clutches of the devil boy for the rest of my life [pain and joy]