Daniel turned around and saw Tressa in her simple cream linen shift, a brown woll kritle belt at her waist and a woven basket balanced on the crook of her arm.
"Hi ma'am… I mean, Aunt," he corrected himself quickly, flashing a nervous grin. "Renery, quick, hurry and give me a plate."
"Yes, yes… in a second." said Renery.
Renery quickly handed him a plate and served the food. Tressa accepted it politely, then tilted her head at the unfamiliar shape.
"What is this, Daniel?" said Tressa.
"It's called meat pouch," he answered, folding his hands behind his back.
"Meat pouch?"
"Yes."
She glanced around. Several women nearby were already eating, heads bent over their own plates, soft, happy sounds escaping between bites.
"Excuse me ladies, how is the taste?" she asked to the nearest one.
The lady smiled warmly. "It's heavenly, Mrs. Milan. Just try it."
"Yes, Mrs. Milan try it."
"Mrs. Milan apply some chutney also."
