Chapter 155
*Crunch, crunch.*
I glanced around nervously as I sat at the kitchen table, stuffing cold chicken into my mouth while sneaking peeks at Chris.
We didn’t bother reheating it, but surprisingly, the chicken still tasted fine. It’s one of those foods that doesn’t lose much flavor after cooling down, as long as it hasn’t been in the fridge.
Chris, sitting across from me, didn’t look too happy. She was chewing her chicken mechanically, her face full of gloom.
*Crunch, crunch.*
"Huh."
I flinched.
What was that sound while she was eating chicken?
Looking more closely at her face, I noticed that Chris was chomping right through the bone of the drumstick.
Does Chris like eating bone-in chicken?
This meal felt like sitting on a bed of nails.
It was so uncomfortable.