Looking at the various delicacies Anthony had served her, Vega didn't even know where to start. Although she had watched Anthony prepare the entire meal, the sight, aroma, and everything about the food were simply a home run.
She could never understand how a man could be this good at cooking. She picked up the chopsticks on the table, holding them between her index and middle fingers as she shifted the noodles and placed them in her mouth.
The moment she tasted them, all the stress her body and mind had accumulated throughout the time she had spent as a slave seemed to dissolve away.
She closed her eyes for a moment, committing the taste to memory, as she knew that once Anthony left, she might never taste anything so heavenly again. After a moment, she opened her eyes and kept the chopsticks in position. She then spun the circular platform fitted to the table, bringing the broth before her.
