My friend called and invited me for dinner last night. He was getting mad at me because I never greeted him and totally forgot about it. I was too busy since last week and was not thinking about party or the whereabouts of the people around. So I paid respect to the invitation. It was just few of us and more on family members. I was the one who came late and the table was already ready to attack.
I didn't know where I start , there were to much delicious food around.
Then I looked forward to taste the chicken abodo. What a perfect taste. It has different atoma better than I tasted before
I wanted to taste all of the menu on the table. Just like I was curious tasting it all and enjoyed roaming around the table.
The last but not the least, I never stop eating until I got some part of the pansit bihon. It was too yummy!
My friend felt happy and grateful that I came though I was even late. Our place is a little bit far from my home.
After eating and talking about so many things, I gave my hand, shaking him and made a wish. He is one of my good friends who never forget me in good or bad times.