"You will like the chicken." Tristan said he put a piece on my plate after he cut it himself. "It has been roasted to affection with spices you like."
It looked heavenly. Not only that, the fragrance made my stomach rumble loudly.
Without missing another beat, I reached my folk and knife and cut into it before putting it in my mouth and chewing the soft bite.
"Wow," I praised, "perfection, it is."
It was hard to remember when I have had such perfectly cooked chicken. Before I knew it, I had already finished what Tristan had served me. Without another word, he gave me another bigger than the last he had placed on my plate.
Thanking him with a smile, I continued, eating, and only relaxed, sitting back once I have been halfway through it.
"Break?" He asked with a smile.
