Chinesefood Stories

Toni vowed a few months ago to never return to the Chinese Alliance Church of Hennington. But she did on Christmas Eve with her aunt and uncle.

A young woman keeps on getting packages on her doorstep from an anonymous sender Little does she know her perfect world is about to crumble

This is a crack one shot that I came up in the car it's going to be really random and sucks but oh well lol

"Daddy! No no no no no! I don't want some delinquent staying here with Lola and I! You're going to be gone the whole entire summer! You can't leave us here with some stranger." I yelled to my dad "Dez, he is my friends son and he needs some help. He doesn't mix in with the right people and he needs to hang around people his own age. You guys met....when you were like four but still hunny. Please try...for me." my dad looked at me pleadingly. "Fine dad, just for you." I gave in. All Desiree wanted to do was spend her summer with her bestfriend Lola. But that just couldn't happen because Vincent, her dads best friends troubled son, has come to live with her for the summer. This story will go on a journey of the two, with them fighting, making up, maybe a hook up or two? But will it be enough? Will they fall in love?

in which a girl orders chinese food from another girl and eats it. book two in the foodie series ♀lowercase intended♀

A note. That was all it took to change our fate. And all I had to do was eat at Wong's.

In each chapter I will describe different daily struggles.

It's just a stupid scrap of paper.

"Aimee, help me I'm stuck in my bathroom, the door handle fell off." "Uh... that's not on our menu." "What?" "My name's not Aimee. I'm not even a girl. You, uh, called Happy Family restaurant. Want some dumplings?" "No, I want to get out of the bathroom!" _________________________________________ When a girl calls her best friend for help out of her bathroom, she ends up calling a Chinese restruant. These two seen to hate each other, but keep calling anyways. Besides, it couldn't hurt to buy some wontons, could it? DISCLAIMER- THIS IS UNEDITED! THERE WILL BE MANY TYPOS AND GRAMMATICALLY INCORRECT SENTANCES. I AM TRYING MY HARDEST, BUT I NEED TO FINISH THE STORY BEFORE I EDIT IT. THANKS.

Just random things about, plus stuff I need to get off my mind.

"Harry don't go," he whispered, trying to control his voice not from breaking. As I turned around, I saw a small boy with the tears running down his red cheeks. His tiny body was shaking, and the gaze were focused on a spot in the wet grass. I wanted to take his frozen body in my arms. Caress the soft cheeks with my thumb, kiss the button nose and sing quiet in his ears. I wanted to look straight into the blue eyes, the eyes who had made me do this. I wanted to do all that, I wanted to protect the love of my life. But that wasn't possible. "I need you," the boy tried to say but instead burst into more tears, gasping for air. When I looked at the pretty boy standing in front of me, I knew I wouldn't just break his heart, I would break him. But I had to. I owed him that. He needed to forget me before I died. ------------------------------------------------ Or an AU where the small town boy falls in love with the handsome younger boy he delivers Chinese takeout food to. . ♡ A Larry fanfiction ♡

When it comes to exploring the vast tapestry of Chinese cuisine, nothing beats the experience of indulging in authentic Chinese dishes served at the best authentic Chinese restaurant in town. Among the myriad of delectable options that tantalize your taste buds, Dim Sum and Baos stand out as quintessential Chinese delicacies, offering a perfect blend of flavors and textures that truly exemplify the richness of Chinese culinary traditions.

welcome to dragon garden

title says it all :)

Short stories about my maternal grandmother - my Poppa - and her lessons about Chinese culture through food. Yum! Artwork is credited to Caroline Ji (http://www.carolineji.com)

Amanda has always had a huge, and I mean HUGE crush on Oliver Lockwood. She loves everything about him; from his disheveled raven hair that always makes it look like he just woke up when he takes off his hats to his reading glasses that make his brown eyes pop; from his so-sexy-it-should-be-illegal Southern accent and crooked smile to his too-adorable dimples. Not to mention his high IQ, amazing skateboard skills, and his incredible talent at drawing heroes from Marvel. Amanda would do anything to be his girlfriend. But there’s only one problem; Oliver is a nerd and Amanda is a member of the Clique, the group of the most popular girls in school, and to the Clique and the whole high school population, a Clique dating a nerd is off-limits. And even if she wasn’t popular, Amanda would be too shy to talk to the guy since she is incredible shy. But when she overhears that Oliver is going to one of Ricky Sanders’ –her so-called boyfriend- legendary parties, Amanda is determined to push all of this popular-crap behind her and talk to him. And she does, only it’s to explain how she stepped on his foot and scuffed his sneaker. Soon after, Amanda starts spending time with Oliver everywhere; at movie cinemas, Chinese food restaurants, and his house...for sleepovers with his friends that is. He even teaches her how to skateboard and the beauty of Zombie videogames and Marvel comic books. Faster than she even planned, Amanda finds herself falling head over heels for Oliver even more. But as more trouble starts brewing, Amanda finds herself in a very scary and complicated situation that risks her losing her reputation, her friends, and, worst of all, Oliver forever.

Three women, two generations, one meal. Holly is a college student caught in the ridge between childhood and maturity. Doris hovers nervously, a once-loving auntie turned stranger by time and personality. Mama: the woman who binds them together, once the boldest of the three but suffering from dementia. One runs from the past, one still lives in it, and one cannot help but let go of it. What remains unsaid stifles the home, and they all stopper their suffering with mouthfuls of rice.