A famous food critic visited a small, unassuming restaurant. He ordered the house special, a simple chicken dish. After the first bite, his eyes widened.
“Chef!” he called out. “This is incredible! What’s your secret ingredient?”
The chef, a humble man, smiled. “Ah, a family recipe, sir. Passed down for generations.”
The critic insisted, “But there’s something… unique! A flavor I can’t quite place. Tell me, what is it?”
The chef leaned in conspiratorially. “Very well, sir. It’s a special kind of love.“
The critic, touched, nodded. “How profound! So, you put your heart into every dish?”
The chef chuckled. “Precisely, sir. And a little bit of garlic that fell on the floor.“