His face turned pale instantly.
"She wants to chop off my hands again?!" he cried out in despair. "Why didn't you tell her the truth?! I barely escaped death earlier and now this is happening again?!"
Without warning, the head chef rushed toward Finn and grabbed onto his leg dramatically.
"Please save me!" he begged desperately. "You're the one who made the spaghetti, not me! Kindly prepare another batch for the Queen Mother!"
The fork slipped slightly from her fingers as the rich explosion of flavor spread across her tongue instantly. The creamy sauce melted perfectly in her mouth, while the seasonings blended together so flawlessly that it almost didn't feel real.
The shrimp tasted fresh and juicy.
The meat was tender and packed with flavor.
The vegetables added the perfect balance, preventing the dish from becoming too heavy.
Everything complemented one another so naturally that the Queen Mother could barely process what she was tasting.
