With your heart racing in anticipation, you awaited Neuvillette's verdict on your carefully prepared dish.

You considered him the ultimate critic, not simply for his honesty, but because he had a certain je ne sais quoi that made his appraisals all the more authentic.

Neuvillette rested his chin upon the palms of his hands as he gazed at the plate before him, deep in thought. Furrowing his brow, he remained silent as though weighing the merits of your offering. The pause he took seemed deliberately prolonged just for dramatic effect.

"This is..." Neuvillette began, but instead of completing his sentence with a glowing review, he gave out a small burp and handed the plate back to you. He swiftly turned away, evidently embarrassed by the outburst. Despite his flustered reaction, his endearing awkwardness added to his appeal.