"Toast to victory" August chanted as he raised his glass for another drink, which the chef of course reciprocated.
The two continued to drink their lives away while they chatted with each other. August was asking the old man so many question and he responded without wasting time. And through their chatting, August was able to find out that the man has a family; a wife and grown up children. He normally goes home every weekend and off days to be with his family.
August looked down and saw that the plates of sweets were gone. They'd eaten all of them and yet he hadn't realize the result he was expecting.
August turned to look at the chef with a pout on his lips. "I have finished all the sweets but why am I still sad?" He slurred. He was now very drunk.
The confused old chef had no answer
