My mouth watered at the thought of that, ah; wild boar, bird, potatoes.
Ah, the thought of it all made me smile like an idiot, before focusing on her and I just beamed.
Ah, my future chef was praising me. Perhaps she will make me something even better.
Yes!
Yes, I even inwardly fist pumped.
"Young matriarch, mother and younger sister, please follow this servant to your reserve placements to begin the feast."
A servant appeared, she looked really nice in her uniform, a high collared crisp white shirt and a sort of loose fitted flowy skirt that matched ending just below the knee, stockings to compliment giving a more professional look and a pair of shiny flat shoes, a crispy black apron covered her front which was tied at the back in a pretty bow.
What crossed my mind was how professional she seemed even if she looked rather tempting in her clothes with that pale seemingly soft skin and beautiful face.
