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KitchenTigress: Soya Sauce Chicken with Rose Essence Wine Mei Gui Lu Shi You Ji Elevate your cooking skills with KitchenTigress' educational tutorial on crafting the perfect Soya Sauce Chicken with Rose Essence Wine Mei Gui Lu Shi You Ji dish.
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meiguilu
Jessica is walking with diligent clicks accompanying her - the heels of her shoes meeting with soft reverberation against the pavement as she moves, an elbow bent with a hand wound round the leather handle of her purse. Above her the sun is shining and its a warming day, blue skies stretching beyond the horizon and the clutched of tall buildings.
To her ears cars are heard trundling along with the occasional beeps of horns - an underlying tone of conversation supporting the medley of city life. She’s heading to meet an old face, one acquainted through a funny little story - guide and escort mixed but Jessica had no heart to turn him down. Now it was time later and they’d only grown closer from the meeting. Including the guy’s parents.
Earlier that day she was told to be at the central town hall before 3 PM, ready to go and with an arsenal of tourist destination to visit - and she’d done her favour with clear concentration. She’d packed in fliers, brochures, phone numbers and centres of various things - finding that the more she played guide, the more comfortable she became. So now she’s arriving at the rendezvous point and settling herself onto a bench to wait, legs crossed to enjoy the sunshine in her time of silence.
meiguilu
Passing by a flower shop as the night had began Jaejoong had stopped to dwell and stare at the different flowers. It had been a few years since he had been turned into a creature of the night he could even say he forgot what some flowers looked like, in fact looking at the bouquets made him miss being human, he looks like he was going to continue on his way until he caught his gaze on a certain kind of flower making Jae stop in his tracks. “Oh....”
Jasmine, Foxglove, Allium
{ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ ✿ | x }
Jasmine:What color looks best on you?
I’d like to say red and black.
Foxglove: Name three facts about your family?
We are small.
We are weird.
We are happy.
Allium:What's the best thing you can cook?
I’m better at baking but can mean a kick ass kimchi soup.
"Um, it's a an offer. A friendly offer." He swallowed. The woman he stood in front intimidated him greatly, but he thought it was time to push past his nerves. Maybe he just picked the wrong time to do it. "You don't have to take it, Miss. I'll be out of your way in just a second if you don't want it."
“An offer for me not to kill you or an offer for me not to hurt you really really bad?” She smirked then took the rose afterwards “Don’t be scared, I’m actually really nice” she grinned deviously
The bubblegum haired man approached the woman with a single rose. The doe-eyed and fair-faced boy looked like he couldn't harm a fly and that assumption probably wasn't wrong. "Um, Miss?" He spoke up, nervous about approaching something no where near his shop. "I'd like to give you something if you, um, don't mind..." He forced a smile on his face in hope she wouldn't pick up on his nerves, extending the red rose out.
Harley looked at the man then looked at the rose he is offering her “Do I know you?” She blew her bubble gum before popping it “What is this for?” she looked at the rose
meiguilu:
The male had been in the back room when he heard the soft chime of the bell that hung on the door. It signaled that a person had wandered into the shop. He wished not to alarm the person who had come inside but did hurry to finish the bouquet he had spread out on the table. Pilling the roses on top of each other he then pulled the plastic wrap around, tied it with a single red ribbon that had been pre-cut on a roll and tucked it against him as he made his way out. Setting the bouquet on its proper shelf that was behind the man, he then wandered over to give a light tap to his shoulder with a smile. “Hello Sir, may I help you?”
Vernon had always seemed to notice the quaint little flower shop he and his members would always pass by on their way to the practice room. Finally receiving a break from his company, he decided to take a look around he shop, in hopes he’d find a nice bouquet to surprise his mother with when he arrived back home. He entered the store and began to slowly walk around, finally laying his eyes on what he thought was the perfect bouquet. He turned around as a small tap was felt on his shoulder only to be greeted by a sales clerk who was offering him some help. “Ah, yeah,” he began as he pointed over to the bouquet he was previously eyeing, “How much is this one?”
[ meiguilu ]
The male had been in the back room when he heard the soft chime of the bell that hung on the door. It signaled that a person had wandered into the shop. He wished not to alarm the person who had come inside but did hurry to finish the bouquet he had spread out on the table. Pilling the roses on top of each other he then pulled the plastic wrap around, tied it with a single black ribbon that had been pre-cut on a roll and tucked it against him as he made his way out. Setting the bouquet on its proper shelf that was behind the man, he then wandered over to give a light tap to his shoulder with a smile. “Hello Sir, may I help you?”
As Gikwang wandered around the shop aimlessly, he found himself suffering through a serious dilemma, considering the fact that he had absolutely no clue as to what he should lay his eyes upon whatsoever. He wasn’t a regular customer and in all honesty, it had never crossed his mind that this day where he actually went on a mission to buy a bouquet of flowers for a girl would arrive. Taken aback by the sudden unfamiliar voice and unexpected physical contact, he turned his head in one swift movement, eyeing the source. “Oh, hello!” He replied with a good dose of slightly exaggerated enthusiasm, dipping his head in a polite bow. “You’re about to save my life, thank you very much! I have a hard time trying to choose... anything. All these flowers are pleasant to look at but I have no idea what could possibly appeal to a young woman.”