To the Love Born in the Lowest Place

Though Liv lifted her fork, she had no idea where to begin amid the steaming array of dishes. As she pondered, a man wearing a chef’s hat appeared.

“Good evening, Miss.”

“You must be the head chef?”

“Yes, my name is Max, the head chef of this estate.”

“These dishes truly look extraordinary. I had no idea such a variety existed.”

Liv’s gentle smile prompted a surge of pride in the chef’s expression. Seeming to want to elaborate for her, he fidgeted impatiently until catching Liv’s gaze before speaking again:

“If I may, allow me to introduce the dishes to you?”

“Yes, there are many unfamiliar ones. An explanation would be helpful.”

With a gratified air, he began naming the dishes for Liv, relishing the chance to impart his knowledge.

After taking a bite of the ‘bratwurst’ sausage dish, Liv widened her eyes:

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