C87 Takeout

Mo Mi slept until the afternoon. She stretched herself and opened her eyes. She heard her stomach growling.

Ding dong. Just as she flipped through the take-out card, she heard the doorbell ring. She opened the door and saw the friendly delivery man.

"Your take-out."

Mo Mi carried him into the house and opened the bag. She smelled a familiar fragrance and picked up her chopsticks to taste it