Holding that greasy pie in his hand, Nidesar's body trembled slightly.
He didn't understand how such an utterly ordinary pie, the staple food he usually avoided at banquets, could be so alluring now.
Yet at this moment, this seemingly plain beef pie exuded an indescribable fragrance, an intoxicating meat aroma he had never encountered in his life.
While gripping the pie, despite the persistent hunger pangs, Nidesar resisted, "You have a bite."
"Me? This is your food, how could I casually eat it?"
"I said eat it, so eat it, what's all the fuss about?"
A damp sweat stain appeared on Domenico's thin vest, "Sir, I don't eat beef, my wife makes it too gamey."
Nidesar nodded in realization, tore off a piece from the pie, about to take a bite when he suddenly lunged beside Domenico.
His move was like lightning as he grabbed Domenico's chin.
Domenico opened his mouth wide in pain, and Nidesar forcefully stuffed the pie into his mouth.
