(flash story with irony)

“Have you eaten that rice cooked by our dear roommate?” one girl asked another.

“Oh, not yet. It`s not really good, is it?”

“AH! How can you even think something like that about her culinary masterpiece?!” dramatically covering her half-opened mouth with the hand as she was astonished by that kind of question. “It`s absolutely perfect.”

“Ok, I see. Is it even more disgusting than ever?”

“No, it isnt!! It is AMAZING. If you ignore its stickiness and insipidity, burnt aftertaste and absolutely unpresentable appearance. Its pretty eatable and… special.”

Then the dialogue was interrupted by the third person – that girl, who cooked the notorious rice.

“Hey girls. Are you hungry? I`ve cooked some riсe. Would you like to eat?”