Where I Lay In Peace

The mutton kebab, which was just off the grill, was golden brown. It was glistening with oil, and the fat in between the meat was grilled to a translucent state. The spring onions were green and fresh, and the fragrance from the mutton kebab was mouth-watering.

As he was an ardent fan of Mamy Restaurant, Abraham's only motivation to stay in Chaos City was Boss Mag's unlimited delicacies. He would always be pleasantly surprised by them.

It was so for the mutton soup in the morning, and it seemed that way for the mutton kebab in the afternoon too.

"I will dig in then." Randy had already reached out for one mutton kebab. For a meatatarian like him, the most blissful thing was to eat meat in huge mouthfuls. This mutton kebab might look small, but it looked really good and full of meat.

He had yet to submit his draft for this month.