Whilst the banquet was going on with every man-eater invited to party and enjoy themselves to the intoxicating victory they achieved, the old man responsible for processing the human meat, stayed holed up in his house.
It did not bother him that others were having a blast while he continued his tiring job for such incompetent bastards like the group of man-eaters
earlier.
"I told them not to bother sending me the food they cooked!"
He was currently chopping some human legs on a big and a round cutting board filled with dried blood and stains from all the grueling work he had done.
The old man had to stop what he was doing at the moment and take the two small canisters filled with curry and other dishes the cooks had made.
Gently, he opened the canister and smelled the flavorful aroma of the curry with hints of spiciness in it. In his eyes, the dish was more than enough and delectable to pass on it when he hasn't cooked anything yet.
