Just A Dream!

"What else?" Emily told the trembling chef.

Emily was staring at the man the hell was looking at. The man was sweating and stumbling like he was about to get his execution from the princess.

His confidence and happiness have turned into fear and heat!

Where does that heat come from?

The guy kept sweating. And he kept trying to swallow it. He continued to try to bring his words together. But in vain the man was stuttering. He felt someone was trying to shut his mouth. Maybe not one. Maybe it's the heat of their body.

Anyway.

The man had to answer the question I asked.

Princess.

"We're putting bitter sauce on the meat," the chef said.

"That bitter thieves who eventually aren't bitter," Lyla said as if she wanted to make sure to speak perfectly.

The guy shook his head without a word.

"So how does somebody make the soup go by," said Lily, who wasn't looking at the chef you were asking, but was looking at Leo.