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I lifted out the first container, holding my nose as the smell overwhelmed me. “I’ve never had Chinese food before.”
Both of them stopped tearing into the bags and stared at me. “What?”
“Like that’s a bad thing? It smells horrible.”
“It’s delicious,” Fox argued, shoving a heap of noodles in his mouth. “This is the food of the Gods.”
“I thought that was shawarma,” Brock said.
“Shawarma is in a class all of its own. You can’t compare shawarma with Chinese food.”
“But you just did. You said Chinese food is the food of the Gods, putting it higher than shawarma. The Gods is the highest you can get in terms of praise.”
“Unless I’m a devil worshiper. Maybe I don’t consider the Gods to be the highest form of praise.”
“That’s just ridiculous,” Brock argued. “Even people who don’t actually believe in the Gods still consider the phrase to be the highest form of praise.”
“I don’t abide by societal norms.”
“Don’t we know it,” Brock grumbled.
I sniffed the food, unsure if I actually wanted to try it. I wasn’t sure what kind of sauce was on here, so I stuck out my tongue, just barely getting a taste. I was surprised when I didn’t hate it. I took a tentative bite. The chicken was a little chewy, but the sauce was amazing. How had I never tried this before? I shoved another bite in my mouth, then another. Now that I was eating, my stomach rumbled with hunger. This was delicious, but now I was interested in what else Fox brought back for me to try. I grabbed another box out of the bag and opened it, tasting the contents. It was spicier than I normally liked, but somehow, that made it even better.
The guys kept bickering, but I had long since tuned them out. The only thing I cared about was filling my stomach, and not even their argument could sway me from stuffing my face.
I reached for another box, about to shove my fork inside and eat all of it, when Fox snatched it out of my hands. I narrowed my eyes at him, unsure why it sounded like I was growling at him.
“I wouldn’t eat that if I were you.” He cleared his throat, lifting the box slightly. “This one’s chicken’s feet.”
I licked my lips, removing the remaining sauce as I stared at the container. I almost ate chicken feet. What else had I eaten? I pressed my hand to my mouth, sure I was about to throw up.
“I didn’t?—”
“No, everything else was just regular chicken,” Fox grinned. “This one’s just for me. I had to ask for the special menu.”
Whether it was an overindulgence of food or the fact that actual chicken feet were in the bag, I bolted for the bathroom and just barely made it in time to empty my stomach.
I groaned, rolling over in bed. My stomach ached and I desperately needed something to soothe it. That was the last time I tried anything like Chinese food ever again. I didn’t care how delicious it was.
“Here, eat this,” Fox said, holding out some bread.
I shoved it away, not wanting to put anything in my stomach. “Go away.”
“You need to learn to lighten up. Chicken feet are a delicacy.”
“Please stop talking.”
“You know what you need?”
“My yoga instructor?”
He burst out laughing, then winced, holding his finger to his mouth as he glanced over his shoulder at Brock sleeping on the other bed. “Actually, I’m a yoga instructor. I can help you through this.”
My head lifted slightly and I looked at him curiously. “You’re a yoga instructor?”
His wide grin didn’t fool me. “Certified and trained. Well, I trained myself. All those classes and their methodologies were too much for me. No, I prefer to go it alone. I’m all certified in meditation techniques and spiritual guidance.”
“So, when you say certified…”
