In case you didn't know, I am a picky eater. Like, extremely. And I don' really like when my food is touching...
But, when my grandma gives me a bowl of rice and chicken that would normally be separated, but aren't... I have to eat it. Or my grandma will not be happy.
I love my grandma. :]
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