Michael, who was testing Rex deliberately, was taken aback. He turned and looked at Rolan, who was holding a spoon and eating happily. As the lord of the Gray Temple, Rolan always had a strict and stately image, but he was actually eating engrossingly in a situation like this.
Is it really so delicious? Michael wondered. Since he realized Rex didn't acknowledge him, he picked up the spoon and drank the soup.
Holy f*ck!
The meat aroma of the broth was releasing itself crazily in his mouth. At that moment, there was almost no language in his mind that could describe this strong impact.
After that momentary astonishment, the rich layers of the flavors began to unravel. The layers were on top of one another, but they didn't interfere with one another. The freshness of the seafood, the wildness of the beasts… All these made him immersed in the taste.
