The food was surprisingly delicious. I was aware that the chef cooked similar food, just like how mine did back home, but there was something different about this. The test… It just tasted different and more delicious than anything I had ever tasted.
Tristan's soft chuckle made me look up from the plate and turn back to glance at him. "what?" I said a bit defensively.
"Nothing," he continued to smile, " is the food well to your taste?"
"Very," I damn the corner of my mouth with a napkin, "I don't remember eating this well."
Tristan chuckled softly. "That is the magic of the bond. Eating something from your beloved hand always makes it delicious. Even if you eat a raw vegetables by me, it would be the most delicious thing you ever had."
