Hungry

Please read my story. I hope you will enjoy it!

At a Restaurant

My family decided to go to a restaurant to eat dinner after our uncomfortable walk in the park. The restaurant wasn’t busy at that moment when we first arrived. But there were steam coming out of the kitchen that made me follow the delicious smell of food. We settled down at an appropriate size table with six of us in each wooden chairs. My Dad,Mum, my sister, my uncle my cousin and me. I watched the assistants move around us giving us one large chunk of ice that was like a big glistening crystal, sitting in one large glass. A kind lady asked us if we wanted drinks. I was surprised that Coke and Pepsi was available. I wanted coke. All of us except Dad wanted coke. They were all served in bottles but the glass was  for the coke so I undid the lid and poured the coke in the glass. It was bubbling and gurgling while I was sitting there, intrigued by the sound. A lady gave us straws. Later we had a look at the menu, and we chose a family size chicken dish. At that stage the chicken was alive, so the waiting time was thirty minutes. So in that time they had to kill the chicken and cook it. Dad did ask if it was a young one or an old one, and he was assured it was a young tender one that weighed two kilos. While we were waiting patiently  we had a fried rice dish which was superb, so we had that along with our drinks we ordered earlier. The rice was tossed with different herbs and was served with a collection of different sauces  and vegetables. Anyway, the chicken appeared out of nowhere. Some of it was fried and the rest of it was shredded and incorporated in a salad. We were there for about an hour and a half, around that time. Before we left, a group of 20 strange men  and one woman arrived at a long table next to us. They were very rowdy and we were told they had just finished work for the day and in doing so, they ended up very happy and content. There was a lot of noise and we were told there was nothing for us to be concerned about. Suddenly, with my own eyes as I looked up in the dusky sky there over the horizon, was a very orange moon which my dad thought looked like a mandarin. It was very orange like heated fire. In New Zealand we have a white glowing moon, but in Vietnam (hear is a fact) they have an orange moon because the earth’s atmosphere is unique at this time of year in this hot country. I thought it was VERY interesting so did my Dad (mind you he thinks LOL means Lovely Old Ladies and SOS means Silly Old Sod. But that’s another story). At the time it wasn’t funny but since I’ve been writing this story and laughing about it maybe it was...

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