After John had applied the spices, the meat became noticeably more palatable.
Just as he was about to take a bite, he heard a voice outside the door.
He looked up to find the clan leader and the High Priest entering the room, both wearing broad smiles.
The clan leader's smile was unremarkable—he was a robust man, and his grin didn't seem out of place.
But the High Priest was another matter.
His wrinkled face, resembling dried orange peel, became even more creased when he smiled, making him look somewhat unsettling.
To an unknowing observer, he might even appear monstrous.
At the same time, John noticed their gazes were fixed on the food in front of him, their eyes filled with a certain longing.
John immediately understood.
With a cheerful smile, he pushed the food towards them.
"I haven't eaten yet. Would you like to join me for breakfast?"
The clan leader grinned widely.
"Oh, we couldn't possibly impose!"
