Arlan's Monolog

However, Oriana was not that naive to completely believe him. Maybe Arlan merely said that as an excuse because he didn't like the taste of the food.

"He didn't eat much. Is that food really not good, or is he just a picky eater?" She walked closer to the table. "Will it really be fine to eat this food?"

With much consideration, she finally decided to eat. 

"He said it's my punishment so I have to accept it." She sat on the chair nearest her. "Anyways, let's not waste it. Grandpa says wasting food is a bad thing. If I eat all these, I won't be hungry for an entire day."

She started to dig in. With just one bite of the crispy skin of that roasted fowl, it made her stomach ascend to the heavens. She could not help but make a satisfying 'mmm' sound. She immediately covered her mouth to stop herself from moaning, worried the people outside would hear her.