Robert’s POV
Few hours ago.
I picked up a piece of fried duck with my fork, and I popped it into my mouth. The sweet, savory flavor burst on my tongue, and I felt my taste buds explode with pleasure. "This is amazing," I said, savoring each bite. "It's the best fried duck I've ever had." Cynthia beamed with pride, her eyes sparkling. "I'm glad you like it!" she said, her voice full of delight. "I spent all afternoon perfecting the recipe."
The meal was truly impressive.
I devoured the meal, unable to control my hunger. The sweet, savory flavor of the fried duck was addictive, and I couldn't get enough. Cynthia kept bringing me more and more tops, and I ate until I was stuffed. She offered me a glass of wine, and I hesitated. "Is it non-alcoholic?" I asked, a little suspicious. I didn'
