Behind Daniel, the three men stood upright, eyes scanning the kitchen wall as they salivated at what the two chefs were cooking.
Draven, who was the first to notice the men, wondered if they were servants. Like seriously—what kind of servants walk around shirtless and looking that dashing? It felt out of place.
"So these two are the so-called servants?" Draven asked Xylander, who wasn't even listening. He was already drooling at the dish that looked ready for consumption, licking his lips unconsciously.
It was embarrassing, but the scent of the food was driving them all insane.
Norman, who was in charge of setting the plates, had just placed the silver dishes on a golden tray when he turned—and froze. He got so scared seeing the three men squashed together like sacrificial lambs that he stumbled back, nearly falling.
His movement caught Daniel's attention. Standing from his seat, Daniel approached them with a mix of disbelief and irritation.
