In the kitchen, Aunt Layla moved with a graceful familiarity, navigating the countertops and shelves as if she had an innate understanding of each ingredient's place. The air filled with the enticing aroma of herbs and spices.
Kan, in the living room, continued savoring the cookies, occasionally taking sips of the mysterious milk. As he indulged, his mind lingered on the peculiar events of the day, from the intense football match to the unexpected visit from Aunt Layla.
Curiosity nudged at him, and he couldn't help but wonder about the artifacts that adorned Aunt Layla's residence. Each piece seemed to hold a story, adding an air of mystery to the already enigmatic atmosphere.
Aunt Layla soon emerged from the kitchen, bearing a plate of steaming hot food. The tantalizing scent wafted through the air, reaching Kan's nose and instantly elevating his appetite.
"Here you go, Kan. I hope you like it," Aunt Layla said, placing the plate in front of him.
