Chapter 92
Gio had no thoughts.
“Hmm...”
As he took a bite of the stew, the warmth spread throughout his body.
‘This is it.’
Gio nodded.
Thinking about anything other than the meal at the table was an insult to the food and practically a declaration of war against pigs. Most importantly, in a situation where such an outstanding meal was being had, it was impossible to think about anything else.
‘It’s a great food when your body is cold or weak.’
Even though he was a priest of the sun, always surrounded by warmth, it didn’t mean he couldn’t catch a cold or feel unwell. During those times, Giovanni would cook a stew like this.
The charm of a warm food like stew became even more captivating, especially when one was sick.
“It’s delicious.”
“Coo.”
Of course, it’s tasty even when you’re healthy.