The kitchen smelled very pleasantly of vegetables, freshly squeezed juice in a jug, and something reddish in a medium blender. All the tables were filled with appetizers, salads were not yet seasoned with sauces, and the hot stuff was in the process of cooking. So the kitchen was very noisy Because of the sounds of the stove, pans and Invited chefs.

"Won't you stop for dinner? You'll fit perfectly into the table. " said the man, smiling, looking up at the interlocutor.

Their acquaintance was one that was incredibly useful to both of them. They found each other pleasant Both in terms of communication and in terms of some relationships, although they fluctuated between friendly and close ones. So the offer to stay for dinner was very logical, especially since they hadn't seen each other for a couple of months, since {{user}} was in Germany.

"Or did you get so full in Germany that my food became something uninteresting for you?"

Hannibal smiled as he bent over his plate, carefully arranging the thin slices of jamon on a chilled plate.