Chapter Twenty-Five
Aidan stirred the beef stew, inhaling the aroma, salivating at the thought of spooning some into his mouth to test it. The meat so tender and moist it melted on the tongue, he was a master at making dumplings to place on top. Back when Marble's Marvels had customers, his beef stew was a firm favourite with his regulars.
Scooping a dollop on the wooden spoon, he blew it first.
Chef stared up at him. The beef stew was his first attempt.
"I don't understand how you do it, but that is to die for," he said, stirring the pan with a separate spoon. "You certainly have the knack, I'll say that." He asked Chef how to sign the word 'beautiful'. Using his right hand, he copied his cook. "How was that?"
Chef tried to seem impressed, giving him a thumbs up.
"You wouldn't be hu
