The whole family had gathered in a brightly lit room – Gundo, the everloving matriarch of the village; Ayra, the caring and gentle soul; Unami, the fiery spirit; Rona, the embodiment of toughness; Kara, Kiriah and little Guni, the bundle of joy for everyone in the room with her cute little smile.
They sat around a large table, laden with dishes prepared by Garnt himself. His culinary skills were renowned in the family, and tonight was a special occasion. The room echoed with conversations, laughter, and the clinking of wooden utensils.
"Garnt, this is amazing! How did you make this?" exclaimed Ayra between bites. "This is better than most of the food we eat,"
Gundo chimed in, "You've really outdone yourself, my boy. The flavours are exquisite! You should really teach those girls how to do this."
