Zane's head turned back to the kitchen when an aroma entered his nose. His eyes stayed on the kitchen direction, hoping to be served faster.
Rushing to the dinner table, he pulled a chair and sat down, his hands tapping anxiously on the table.
Hearing the approaching footsteps, Zane regained his normal calm expression like he was not the one anxious a moment ago. His eyes stayed on the closed food.
"Master, the afternoon food course is braised short ribs with grilled vegetables and pasta," The chef said, uncovering them one after the other.
Zane swallowed hard when he saw the short ribs glittering with red sauce. He spooned it up, putting it into his mouth.
"Hmm..." His eyes squinted with pleasure as the flavourful juice burst into his mouth, nearly cried when he thought he wouldn't have eaten any of this in his life if he had not saved his wife back then. He was so grateful to his past self, that he ate all his food with enjoyment etched permanently on his face.