An important visitor came to meet Elsa's parents

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“Delicious. Where did you get this? Why haven't I tasted them before?” Elsa moaned happily, just taking one scoop. Her mouth was blessed. Her hands didn't stop, and neither did her mouth.

Gabriel hadn't touched his bowl, waiting for his woman to ask him to eat. Unfortunately, Elsa was unbothered by the fact whether Gabriel wanted to eat or not. Her stomach had now concentrated on the soup.

“Let me taste your soup,” Gabriel said.

“Why?” Elsa questioned. And the expression she gave was like Gabriel had asked for her life.

“I want it,” Gabriel answered back.

“Don't you have yours?” Elsa said, pointing to the bowl in front of him.

“I want yours. Don't question the king and you are free to use your hand,” Gabriel told Elsa with a straight face and made an annoying frown, just because Elsa didn't ask him to eat or share the soup she was devouring.

Elsa gave him a look, not because he asked her for soup but because he always used this excuse to coerce her.

Elsa brought the spoon to his