936 It“s Delis.h.!.+
The blissful looks on the children’s faces spoke volumes about the taste of the kebabs.
Something delicious didn’t need much description. One just needed to look at the expressions of the children.
The parents sat beside their children as they wore smiles on their faces. They looked at Mag, impressed.
Back when the children received their awards, none of them looked as happy or blissful as they did now. Mag’s culinary skills was just amazing.
“She is lucky to have a husband so handsome and talented. I envy the h.e.l.l out of her!” The mothers looked at their husbands, who were of an age with Mag but looked 10 years older and much fatter, and sighed. Their men didn’t do anything when at home, let alone cook for them.
The mothers looked at Mag as a model husband, while the fathers regarded him with hatred. Of course Mag was ignorant of all that, absorbed as he was in grilling kebabs.
Joseph had tried again and again to keep his mouth from watering, but failed every time. He looked up at Bevis with imploring eyes.
“There is none left,” Bevis said, expressionless. Anger glinted in his eyes. What the h.e.l.l did he put in the meat? They have been duped. They just don’t know it yet.
“You really should try it, Joseph,” said the kid sitting beside him. “It’s so good.” He slid another piece off the skewer and chewed merrily, grease running down the corner of his mouth.
Joseph sighed. There had once been a beef kebab right in front of him, but he hadn’t taken it. Only when he lost it did he feel regretful. If the heavens could give him one more chance, he would say “I want it”.
“I think the meat is fine,” said Joseph’s mother. “They are all eating it. They look at us like we’re trying to be different or something.” She could barely resist the mouth-watering smell in the air, but her husband was being too stubborn.
“All right, suit yourself, but I’ll never partake,” Bevis said after looking around and thinking for a moment.
Joseph jumped off his chair and rushed over to Gjerj, who was about to head out of the cla.s.sroom with two kebabs. “Wait up, sir, please give me one!” His love handles were jiggling delightfully as he ran.
Gjerj turned around and smiled, handing a beef kebab to him.
“Thank you, sir.” After he ran back to his seat, he glanced at his father and reached his hand up reluctantly. “Here, Father, it’s tasty.”
“No, I’m good,” Bevis replied in a chilly voice, looking away.
“Go ahead and eat it, sweetheart,” his mother said with a smile, touching his head. She glanced at Bevis, helpless. Her husband was nothing if not headstrong and proud.
Joseph bit off a piece of beef and chewed, giving a blissful smile.
“Wow, this is fantastic!” Joseph said after he swallowed. “I don’t think anything can compare with this, not even fried chicken. This is out of this world!”
This roast beef must be incredible if Joseph is loving it so much, his mother thought. Fried chicken used to be his favorite. That man is professional, by the look of it, and his grill and ingredients look clean enough to me. Maybe I was wrong about him.
Joseph took a glance at Bevis again before handing the kebab to his mother. “It’s really good, Mother,” he said in a hushed voice. “Try it.”
The woman hesitated a moment, and then slid off a piece of beef.
The mouthwatering sauce on the surface of the beef and the juices of the meat flowing in her mouth instantly awakened her taste buds. She only had to chew lightly to provoke an explosion of meaty juices within her mouth, which combined with the sauce and condiments to create an incredible flavor. She felt as if a fireball had exploded in her mouth, transforming into countless smaller fireb.a.l.l.s that were stimulating her palate.
Her eyes went wide. She was too stunned to speak.
She was born into a wealthy family in Rodu, so naturally she was no stranger to gourmet food. Nonetheless, she found herself captivated by such flavorsome beef.
Bevis cast a furtive glance at his wife, his throat bobbing up and down. It’s just a beef kebab, how good can it be? It’s smell is extraordinary, though. I don’t think I’ve ever smelled such a wonderful aroma in the Ducas Restaurant. He forced himself to look away from the kebab in his son’s hand. Having said those words, he absolutely couldn’t eat it no matter how tantalizing it was!
“These are for the parents,” Mag told Gjerj when the second batch was ready.
It was definitely good news, not only for the adults, but also for the kids because their parents could barely keep in check their urge to eat their kebab.
“Do you want some?” Gjerj asked when he walked over to Joseph’s family.
Joseph’s mother took one and smiled. “My husband—”
“Thanks,” Bevis said, reaching for a kebab.
Looks like he has changed his mind, Gjerj thought to himself, and walked on.
Joseph and his mother looked at Bevis, confused.
“You are right,” Bevis said to his wife. “I don’t want people to think I’m trying to be different or I’m difficult to get along with. We’re very approachable. I don’t want to see my boy get shunned by his cla.s.smates because of me, so even though this meat may not be safe to eat, I’m gonna take a bite.
With that said, he picked up a beef kebab and bit at it.
“Mmm! It’s delis.h.!.+” he blurted out next.