The dining table was filled with scrumptious dishes, their enticing aromas spreading in the air.
The clinking of cutlery against porcelain plates echoed in the grand dining hall.
Seung leaned back slightly in his chair, absently moving the food on his plate around as his gaze settled on Hirvan. The younger man was devouring his meal with an intensity that bordered on desperation. It was as if he hadn't eaten in days. His hands moved with blinding speed, scooping up rice, fish, and side dishes in rapid succession, barely allowing himself a moment to breathe between bites.
"Hey, take a breath in between, will you?…. I swear, at this rate, you will choke yourself before even finishing half the plate! Is a hungry ghost chasing you?!"
Seung tsked and said sarcastically.
