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Chapter 6
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The solitary piece of reminiscence was gradually blurring in your mind, soul, and heart, as the loss of something significant was pushed aside from your thoughts.
One thing is certain: you were now eating a dinner prepared by our fantastic chef, Fudou, a sort of Gordon Ramsay.
Holding a utensil with your dominant hand, which is the right hand because most people like you use your right hand, you then scoop rice and eat it with a curry; it was a usual meal for everyone, but you're not like them because food is rare in your case, why? You're a student who works to pay for necessities like food, electricity, and your mother's medication, among other things. You could only afford eggs and rice, with the occasional purchase of fruits and a small amount of meat for your mother.
The flavor lingered in your nostrils, and if anyone could see how the food turned out, it would be rather aesthetically pleasing, eye-catching, and appealing food.
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