61 Trust Me (1/2)

Woahhhh! Grandpa! You cooked a feast tonight!” Faust's eyes widened with all the food in front of him, he hurriedly sits on his chair, closes his eyes and prays to God in single breath. ”God! Please let all this food be digested.” Faust says and grabs his fork and knife.

”Haha what kind of prayer is that Fausty? Since you couldn't come to the carnival and eat tasty food, I figured I would cook it to you for dinner.” Gus says while looking at his grandson happily with a smile on his face.

”Ahh! How are your eyes now? You haven't told me the progress for you training for today!” He asks with a rather reserved tone. His face is smiling yet a hint of sadness hidden beneath.

”Oh sorry! I was distracted by the food hehe. And we'll, it is taking less than one minute now. And also depending on the distance grandpa!” Faust says while happily chewing his salad.

”I see, don't overdo it and hurt your eyes. And nobody caught you practicing right?”

”Yeah well some did! But I didn't care.”

”What! Are you out of your mind? Faust! You need to me tell me, are you for real?”

”Well yes… the birds, small animals saw me practicing right…” Faust says with hesitation, trying to hold his laughter back.

”Oh ok! No dessert for you tonight then. I'm going to go eat it all by myself.” Gus understands the mischievousness and teases Faust with his favorite dishes, as Faust lived for desserts and sweets more than anything.

And as Gus is about to leave his chair to go into kitchen for the dessert, Faust realises the danger. ”No No No! Why don't you say there is dessert too grandpa haha. I was just kidding, such a cool I am right? I'm a kid right? I get the dessert right? Right? Pweaasee?” He says with puppy eyes trying to please Gus.

”Well, ok, finish your salad first.” Gus sits back in his chair and eats with him.

He waits till Faust is done with salad and enters steak. Faust gently cuts the tender meat. He didn't even have to put any pressure on the steak. The knife teared in and cut it smoothly like butter while juices began ogling on the surface of it, the piece which was cut is so delicious looking as steam blows off from it. The red meat in the middle layer of the steak is pink, the texture is smooth and full of flavored juices.

Faust purposely eats slower than he normally does to savour the taste in his mouth. As he is done with half of the steak and shrimp. Gus clears his throat to talk to him.

”Um so Faust! Can I ask you something?”

”Yes Grandpa? What do you need?”

”Do you trust me Fausty?”