Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 777

Mamie perked up at the mention of delicious food, instantly forgetting about her scheduled two-mile run the next day.

She spun around and hugged Roseanne like an excited puppy, bouncing up and down. "Oh my gosh, Roseanne, how did you know I've been craving The Gastronome’s Table's famous roast chicken for ages?"

Roseanne chuckled, letting her friend hang on. "You mentioned it once, and I made a mental note. Plus, I'm curious to see what makes this roast chicken you've been raving about so special."

"Trust me, you won't be disappointed. Their food is absolutely amazing!"

Mamie had a knack for discovering great eats, a talent all food lovers seemed to be born with. Anything she recommended was almost always a hit.

The chef at The Gastronome’s Table had perfected the roast chicken to a tee, tweaking it just enough to suit the taste buds of Lumina City's residents. The chicken was tender and infused with a subtle blend of herbs and spices that made Mamie's mouth water just thinking about it.

Recently, in an effort to maintain the results of her morning runs, her friend Caley had been strictly monitoring her diet. Every day was filled with bland, uninspiring meals, and Mamie was starting to feel like her taste buds might just shrivel up and die.

Sure, she snuck in the occasional snack at night, but snacks couldn't hold a candle to a hearty meal.

"Woohoo, Roseanne, you're the best!" Mamie was so moved by the prospect of a good meal, she nearly teared up.

Caley sighed, "Why do you make it sound like I'm torturing you?"

"Then cancel the morning runs."

Caley replied, "Fine, but don't blame me when next year's health check shows high cholesterol."

Mamie hesitated, "..."

For her health, she'd keep quiet.

She wasn't ungrateful. Caley, determined to help her shed some pounds, showed up at her door every morning before the sun rose, ready to drag her out of bed. Seeing him with his cheeks and nose pink from the cold while she snuggled warm in her blankets made her feel guilty.

Guilty enough to be a crime!

Honestly, who doesn't want to sleep in during winter?

Not to exaggerate, but not even her own father would go to such lengths for her.