They way he was smacking his lips; everyone could tell that he was enjoying his meals every bit of it. He made people believe that what he was having for lunch was a delicacy fit for the King; unfortunately, just a low-end citizen was having it— a good reason why his mouth and the way he licked his fingers, could not lie.
At the far end of the table sat a quiet guy surrounded by food whose aroma could call a hyena from it den to come looking for a piece or two. The guy was so reluctant to begin devouring his meals because the other guy was having the best moment of his time.
It was all Mmm! Nice! Such a wonderfully made food…. And other descriptive words that made this man want to taste what the other guy was eating.
Here, the law was clear that one should only ask for and eat just one type of food. The man looked over the table where the first guy sat and chose to call for the same meals that the man was having.
As the rule dictates, the food that were already on the table were taken away as expectedly taste bowl of secret food was put on the table. The he was told to enjoy!
Upon lifting the covering plate, an expected aroma did not hit his nose trills. He pulled the plate closer enough and dug in just like the other man was doing. The soup hit his tongue and he wished he could reverse time. Tasteless broth was his meal and some green leafy veggies just swimming across the bowl full of water as soup.
How he wished he did not make the wrong mistake based on an assumption. But the chance was long gone and remained with a beast to deal with.
To avoid public embarrassment, he called other man to come at his table and asked, if he needed some more food. The guy nodded and he started eating up that just like before.
Upon finishing up, the guy looked at my guy and said, “The secret is eat as if this is the last meal you will ever eat while you’re still alive.”