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Today is boring
and I'm just typing this to take up space.
If I say something insulting, don't take it personally. >:
i never really mean what I say.
It just comes out like a splurge of the moment.
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- Sunlight was piling in through the hems of the sky blue curtains. Blocking out most of the bright little rays of sunshine. A slight groan echoed through the messy room as an arm catapulted out from under the covers and laid limp on the side. The rest of the body was covered up by a massive lump of sheets and blankets. The hand just sway slightly, until it got pulled back into the cave of blankets. It was just after a loud call came roaring through the hallway of his room. It sounded like a girl, shrill and high pitched. Obviously not a males, it cried out, ”CHENG CHENG SUNBAE ! HISA SUNBAE!!!!! RISEEE AND SHINEEE ~” just after the sentence ended. Something shot up from under the sheets. It was a body, with the cover still shrouding the person's face. It's hands pulled off the thick blanket. There he was, Cheng was his name. Cheng Cheng was his nickname. Blinking rapidly, the boy just twitched his right eye. His head moved around frantically checking around the room. Such a messy place it was, clothes around the floor, desk was full of papers and books. Just a trash heap for Cheng's cooking recipes and song lyrics he writes in his spare time. Scratching his dark tussled hair, he groaned. It was still early in the morning, and people like Cheng are not morning people, "Augh. . . my head hurts." he whined a bit more, shoving the blanket from his bare legs. And hopping off the bed only in his plaid boxers. With a slight yawn, Cheng patted his palm against his open mouth and slumped his limp body all the way to his closet. Not really caring about what he wore at this moment, the boy just threw on a black and white striped sweater a few sizes too big for his body on. The head hole was far too big as well, seeing as it slipped off of Cheng's right shoulder. Tilting his head slightly, the boy rubbed his eyes with his long sleeve, which was also too big and long. It covered his hands, maybe a few inches. Being the lazy a** as he is, Cheng was a person who liked loose clothing, more comfortable to sleep in when you're too lazy to slip into pajamas.
Sniffling slightly, Cheng moved onto his dresser, where all his bottoms are placed. At least he's organized with some of his clothing. Rubbing his eyes, he just picked up the first pair of pants that collided with his hands. Pulling them out, he kneed the dresser drawer shut. Pulling the pair of semi-tight ripped navy jeans on his legs. Cheng slipped through the mountain piles of clothes and headed towards another drawer, and pulled out a pair of black socks. Putting them on, Cheng then stood back and fell backwards onto a pile of clean clothes. He was still tired and mister sunlight was shining on his face in a rather annoying way. Shoving his hands into his face, he just leaned his head back and relaxed. Though that all changed when he heard a noise through his door. It was Hyo, little miss lead guitarist. It seemed she was hungry. Twitching his eye, Cheng shifted his weight back to his legs and stumbled towards the door, "Sure, Hyo-chan, and I was already up." he said with a slight smile. Patting his hand on the girl's head. Slapping himself on the cheek, Cheng just moved his way towards the kitchen, where he could already see Joon. Hyo's big bad brother. He was just going to eat some cereal, how boring. Though it seemed he could've made something more elaborate, due to the fat grocery bags right beside him on the counter. Raising his arm, Cheng waved his hand at the man, giving a friendly gesture. Seeing as the boy was too lazy to even mutter a "Hello, good morning, Joon." to the other. But hey, that's what lazy asses do. Sighing softly, Cheng checked the cupboards and grabbed a few plates and pots. After putting on them on the counter, Cheng went over to the fridge and pulled out a carton of milk. He then poured about 5 cups into a large heavy bottomed pan. Putting it on the stove, he turned the heat to low and started to stir the milk slowly, making sure not to burn it. Also not to make sure to curdle it. Turning his attention away for a few seconds, the boy then pulled out some meat and some flour and water. Setting them on a table.
He turned his attention back to the milk, stirring it slightly with a wooden spoon he just so recently found around the dry dishes. Shifting his head, to move the few strands of hair from his face, Cheng kept stirring until the milk was warm enough to be left in the pan for a long period of time. Leaning in and turned the handle to turn the stove off. He removed the spoon and placed the lid on while he set it on a cooler stove top. He then got a multi-lidded pot and a few small rags. He placed the little rag on the bottom of the lids and then turned his attention back to the meat and flour. First was the meat where he placed it into a metal bowl and started stirring it constantly with a pair of chopsticks. Then he rummaged through a lower cabinet to find some soy sauce. With luck he found it and poured some into the meat. Just to mix flavors so the dumplings he makes won't be without flavor and zest. After a while he finished the meat and turned to wash his hands in the sink. After that he grabbed a cup of water and poured it into the flour, mixing it up well. Sprinkling a few more flour on so his fingers won't stick to the dough. Kneading it harshly he got out a rolling pin and flattened a few individual pads. After that, he gently grabbed balls of meat and placed them lightly on the dough and molded them into little dumplings. Probably around twenty five, seeing as he didn't know how many people would be eating his breakfast. Cheng was the only chinese of the group, no one knew what a chinese breakfast was like. It was actually nice to bring a little more asian culture into the mix. After he was done with making the dumplings, he placed them into the pot and turned onto high. It took about thirty minutes for them to cook properly. Rubbing his eyes, Cheng stifled a soft yawn. He was getting hungry, and tired. Though he still had some bread to fry, and some porridge to make. Letting out a lout groan, the boy lifted the lid and stirred the milk so nothing solid would get mixed in, and it would still be milk. Sniffing the milk, he smiled lightly and set it back. Going back to his flour, he got a new batch and did the same.
Mix it with water, adding a little salt in, maybe a little sugar just to give it a bit more taste. With that he rolled them all thing like, making them a few centimeters thick. Then rolling them together, making a spiral shaped bread. After that he slicked them in a little oil and fried them up in a frying pan he placed on the third stove. He did the same routine until there were about at least ten bread pieces out. They were for dunking in the milk, and maybe even the porridge, when Cheng gets the chance to make it, really. Sighing a bit, he flipped over the pieces with a chopstick, while on the fourth stove top laid an empty pot, ready for his porridge. All he needed was some water, soy sauce, tofu, chopped vegetables, and a few spices for taste. Ah, but wait! He forgot the rice! How could he, "Ah! I almost forgot the rice." he said with a sigh. Though he didn't have enough time to make it, with all his other dishes to prepare. Sighing, he let the bread sit there for a while as he got the empty pan and filled it up with water. He then set it back and let it boil a little bit, while Cheng searched for some green onions and other vegetables. Also with some tofu. As he did, he found some and set them on the table with a little cutting table. Grabbing a knife, he swiftly cut the vegetables into smaller pieces and the same with the tofu. After that, he dowsed them in a little soy sauce and sugar. And tossed them into a pan. After that he turned his attention back at the bread, they were almost done really. After that, he turned it off and set them on separate plates, with paper towels. Just to make sure most of the oil fat was gone. After that, Cheng opened the lid to the dumplings. Steam poured at and hit his face on impact. Waving his hand, he waved the steam away from his face, and checked up on the little buns. They were perfectly fine, just a few more minutes until they were to be done. Wriggling his nose, Cheng made his way to a cupboard, checking for a sort of asian broth. He bought it one day while shopping for food. It was awfully expensive, but it tastes great mixed with the porridge he was making.
Ripping the paper, he tossed the contents into the boil water and just stirred for a bit, until it was well mixed. After that, he stirred the milk with a different spoon. Cheng didn't want mixing flavors, that's awful for a cook like himself to make such a mistake as using the same spoon all out on different dishes without washing. He wasn't a mediocre cook! After that, he turned the heat off of the dumplings. They were ready to be taken out and let out to cool, otherwise they'd be overcooked and just fall apart. Turning the heat off, he took the empty frying pan and left it in the sink to soak. Same with the milk pan as soon as he poured the milk into a few individual bowls for his other bandmates. They should be hungry too, and if not. More for Cheng, that boy can eat. Shaking his head, Cheng stirred the porridge, it was getting thicker. Good, that's what porridge is supposed to do anyways. After that, he tossed over the bread and patted it, just to make sure most of the oil was gone. After that he got a new plate and pushed them all on. Setting them on the table at the center. The milk bowls were all around, while Cheng was using his chopsticks to pick out the little dumplings. Placing them ever so professionally on a large bowl, making sure none of them broke. That would just be awful. After that he set it in the middle right beside the bread. Soon, he placed the big multi-layered pan in the sink as well, letting the cold water rinse the steam away. Cheng checked back at the setting of his nice little Chinese breakfast. It was very well done, everything look nice and delicious. It started to make Cheng hungry, but not really. He wasn't hungry yet, but he should be soon. Sighing, he turned to the porridge, which was just about done. . . just wait for it and. . . Yes! Done! It was finished and he turned off the stove. Then dumping it into a giant bowl he fished out from way back into the cabinets. Placing it right behind the other two dishes. Cheng smiled slightly at his work. It was hard. Making food is not as easy as it seems.
Setting himself down, he turned his head towards the hallway, calling out for Hyo, "Hyo-chan! Breakfast is ready! And for anyone else who's hu--" the sentence was stopped mid-way when he was picking a dumpling to place on his plate. Cheng stopped talking and face planted onto the tables surface. Snoring even slightly. You could hear a loud roaring noise come from his stomach. He was hungry, and just when he made all that delicious food! How annoying, he was just about to eat anyways. Too bad for him, poor Cheng.
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