Overwhelmed by Emotions
I was confident in my cooking abilities, but now that the time came for me to serve him food, I was so nervous that my hands shook. Endless worries filled my mind, and I doubted if the food I had made would be good enough for him or if it would suit his tastes. After placing the food in front of him, I took a few steps back and stood beside him.
“What are you doing? Sit down and eat with me,” the man said invitingly.
I hesitated briefly before taking the seat opposite him from the table. He must have thought my reaction was strange because I didn’t even know why I acted like that. Since he was not one of the masters I was supposed to serve, I had no idea why I was starting to treat him as if he were one.
He lifted a spoonful of the soup I had made to his lips as I stared at him from across the table. My stomach felt tied up in a tight knot as I waited for him to appraise the food I had prepared.
“It tastes wonderful,” he said before he started laughing.