At ten minutes onward, the steak ordered by Bastian and Margie came in the hotplates. Those tempting view on the table made Margie amazed since she barely ate the steaks on such kind of utensil.
While she was about to take a knife and a fork, Bastian offered, "Do you mind if I slice them for you? Your steak looks a bit hard from outside."
"Well, that's fine. I'll slice it by myself." Margie softly rejected his offer. Then, she continued, "You can enjoy your meal anyway."
Bastian casually replied, "Okay."
While he was busy slicing the medium-rare steak, Margie was stunned with the texture of the meat along with its blood. "Isn't it nasty? it's the blood of the cow as my eyes have checked from here," Margie added.
"Yes, it looks nasty for other werewolves. It will be different story f
