I finally took a sip from the cup. The liquid tasted like the cocktails they served in bars in my world. There was no point telling them this. They wouldn't know what a cocktail was.
Chunking on the chicken, I felt like I was in heaven. It tasted so good. It was tender and spicy.
"Damn, who cooked this?" I asked, glancing at all of them.
"Your boy did." The Sul pointed his chicken lap at Isalo.
I was amazed. The boy knew how to do everything . Except from fighting, obviously.
"Isalo, this meal tastes so good," I praised.
He blushed and stiffened a nod. "I'm glad you like it, Lord."
Janos spat out his chicken meat to his plate and wiped his mouth. "It tastes horrible."
"You're saying that after eating half of the meat," Isalo said chuckling. "Hypocrite."
Janos shot up his seat. "Ca
