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He then Moaned My Name (One Shot)
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Complete, First published Mar 20, 2013
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Love Served Hot

38 parts Ongoing

After her mid-season rise to online fame, Shuvee Etrata, a lively and slightly chaotic content creator, is on a break from showbiz. Looking to reconnect with real stories and real food, she stumbles into a tucked-away carinderia in Quezon City-"Lola Pacita's Lutong Bahay", now run by a quiet, no-nonsense young man: Ralph de Leon. Shuvee instantly falls in love... with the food. The adobo? Life-changing. The sinigang? Like a hug from the heavens. The cook though? Cold as ice. Ralph, having taken over his late grandmother's carinderia, is struggling to keep the business afloat while preserving its old-school charm. He's grumpy, practical, and very territorial in the kitchen. The last thing he needs is a vlogger invading his space and pointing a camera at every ulam. But after one of Shuvee's spontaneous food reels goes viral, customers start pouring in. Ralph begrudgingly allows her to keep filming-on one condition: she has to help in the kitchen. (No vlogging without value!) Cue: chaotic kitchen disasters, hilarious apron fights ("Bakit isa lang 'to?!"), awkward close proximity while chopping onions, and moments where flour turns into flirting.