The unsuspecting villagers ate the chicken soup with relish. She already told Jade to make it as tasty as possible, because she wanted to guarantee their deaths.
Aria sat at the same table with her mother. Anastasia didn't drink the chicken soup as per her daughter's request. She couldn't help but ask, "Aria, am I not allowed to eat the chicken soup you make? This is the first time you cook, so I am curious."
Aria smiled at her mother and shook her head, "No, Mom. It's only for the guests and servants. I can cook you something else later."
Anastasia swallowed her saliva as she could smell the aroma coming from the chicken soup at the next table. She had never smelled something so aromatic and tempting, but since Aria didn't want her to eat it, then so be it.
Anastasia decided to change the topic instead, "Aria, about your dress…"