Is She The Little Match Girl?
Editor: Henyee Translations
After a short while, two plates of roasted meat were brought to their table, and they got a pot of tea for free.
"Father, can we eat now?" Amy asked as she looked at the mutton before her, her eyes shining with excitement.
Mag nodded with a smile. "Yes, go ahead. But be careful. It's hot." Then he turned to the beef on his plate.
This beef was somewhat like a beef kebab without skewer, and also like a steak that had been cut and then roasted. The unpleasant odor of beef was not as strong as mutton, but the sauce had been applied roughly; the seasonings had been sprinkled too soon and got burnt by the fire, smelling pungent.
Mag had become so accustomed to fine meals that his first impression of this beef was awful. The kebabs on the street were better than this.
Amy nodded. "Okay." She forked a piece of mutton with effort, blew at it a few times, took a bite, and chewed on it happily. She looked so lovely eating it.