Aries sighed and then took one of the rice wraps and bit from it. Instantly, he felt refreshed. For a moment, he thought he was back on Earth, he thought he could see his sweet mother's face again, but it wasn't. He had just stung back a memory instead.
He finally tasted something sweet and sour, something edible apart from fruit, and he knew he was living again.
This time, their attention had been piqued again, and they were now looking at Aries.
Aries then walked to the madam and said, "Would you like to try it out?"
"What?" she asked, confusion in her sight. It wasn't like she didn't know what he made, but did she want to try it? No.
Just the way Aries had regarded their food as trash before tasting it, just the same as then, but the difference was that Aries' deduction was correct, but theirs wasn't.
"Well, I don't mind," she said reluctantly, and Aries was happy.
