Too Much Food?
It was a Sunday afternoon; we just escaped a crowded market and almost instantly, I felt the cold. My parents, my aunt and my uncle were on their phones looking for a place to eat. Soon enough, as I was talking to my cousin, the decision was made. We were eating Chinese and were going to China street. It had been a long time since I ate Chinese, so I was excited. As I was walking, I couldn't stop talking about the tasty food in a Chinese restaurant. The sauces, the spice and the seasoning.
Before I knew it, ten minutes had passed, and I was starting to get hungry. I looked around me yet saw no red, grand entrance in sight. My uncle kept walking without an end, only stopping to cross streets or to scold my cousin for the shenanigans he was doing. I walked and walked and walked, hoping in every turn that I would see this massive, magnificently decorated entrance but ended disappointed. Everyone around me ate at remarkable restaurants, classy cafés and picnics. The smells of food wafted in the air tempting anyone that passed, and yet the entrance wasn't in sight. I felt the hunger of a lion and my stomach roared like one. I could eat anything: or so I thought...
"One more left," my uncle said joyously, which bought upon a smile on everyone.
Right in front of me, was the entrance and right behind that was the restaurant.
We entered and asked the waiter for seats, and we soon got seated. The menu there wasn't the traditional one we all know. It was filled with mouth-watering images of food. and trillions of options to choose from. Initially, I felt like a first grader learning calculus, completely overwhelmed, and I wanted to eat it all. However, I had to choose, and I chose a chicken fried rice and chicken with kung pao sauce. Everyone ordered at least one meal, but little did we know of the quantity.
Slowly, dishes started coming on the table and first was the appetizers. I took one of each hastily and ate it all. And already, my stomach was quite satisfied. Then, after thirty minutes or so came the main courses, all except mine. Everyone started eating and enjoying their meal and my temptations got the best of me. I too ate a bit of my father's and mother's.
Finally, after twenty minutes of waiting and as everyone started finishing up, all looking tired and sleepy, came my fried rice. Its size was unlike anything I expected. Massive. I started eating and it was then I realized the mistake I made. I would never be able to finish it. Every bite I took was pointless as there was always more on the bottom. It was a never-ending loop. I could never finish it. After a point, I ate so much, I felt as sick as a dog. I had to stop. This was when I learnt my lesson: never buy anything that you can't finish.

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