The servants brought some food, a big bowl of chicken soup with carrots, celery, and onions. It smelled very good.
The servant brought a table before us, then left as soon they finished their task.
Deliah's eyes widen, a flash of excitement burned in her gaze.
I smiled, "Come and try."
She nodded and we grabbed a bowl to fill the soup. Even the prince wasn't excluded, a hint of desire could be seen on his face.
He grabbed a bowl and pour some soup in it. We all sat in the chair slowly stirring the soup and ate with great relish. The taste was very hot with a hint of spice, and the flavor bursted on my tongue like fireworks.
My eyes getting sleepy by the second. My belly getting fuller, and I set down the bowl.
I turned toward Deliah who finished her bowl, then the bowl that was in her hands fell to the ground.
I asked, "What's wrong?"
She furrowed her eyes, "Something's wrong with the soup?"
