"Tapsilog? That’s an unusual name for a dish, but I quite like it," His Majesty remarked, his voice resonating with approval as a satisfied smile graced his lips. The joy he radiated was evident as he meticulously wiped the last remnants of food from his plate, ensuring that not a single morsel remained. “I never knew that the fried rice you cooked could taste even better than before, but you’ve certainly proven me wrong, little Felix.” His heartfelt declaration of approval echoed around the grand dining hall, a sense of pride swelling in my chest at his kind words, like a warm embrace wrapping around my heart.
“Thank you, Your Majesty,” I replied, bowing my head slightly in respect, feeling that I was unworthy of such high praise. The honor of receiving acknowledgment from the king was n
