Stomach was growling at me, “Eat Nick, Eat!”. You get hungry fast here, especially on cold days, and today it was 8 Degrees according to my weather pixie. The clock struck twelve, and my belly kept calling out for nutrition. “Feed Me, Feed ME!”. I suspect the guys heard the noises that were emitted and suggested we go eat. We rushed to the 5th floor cafeteria where I rejoiced to see that today’s lunch had nothing to do with Milk! Yesterday we are Milk Porridge, and I am a little lactose intolerant. I ended up eating 3 dumplings and bread. Today it was all good. I sat and within minutes the food laid in front of me dwelled in my digestive track, headed towards its new home. The bank staff was actually amazed that I could drink the soup, because the taste of mutton was exceptionally strong. I came, I ate, and It was good 

Pasta with Beef Sausage

Mutton, Carrots, Potatoes and Onion Soup