"What are all these?" I asked, my eyes wide with amazement as I surveyed the lavish spread laid out before me Vesna, with her characteristic warmth and grace, smiled at my reaction before rushing back into the kitchen. Curiosity propelled me to follow her, wanting to understand the effort and love that went into preparing such a feast.
“When did you make all this?” I inquired, my voice filled with awe and a touch of concern. The sheer quantity of food seemed almost overwhelming.
“A feast for my grandchild,” Vesna replied, her eyes sparkling with joy. She deftly attended to the pot simmering on the stove, a master of her culinary domain.
“But isn't this a little too much?” I voiced my worry, my gaze lingering on the array of delicacies that awaited our indulgence.
