Chapter 822

Aaron frowned. “Don’t judge a dish by its appearance!”

But you didn’t seem to like the dish when it was first served, his assistant mused silently.

Of course, he dared not say it out loud.

Aaron gave him a fork. “Try it. You’ll find out why I want to buy the restaurant.”

His assistant was surprised. In Turlen, the strict social hierarchy meant that a servant would never get to share his or her master’s food.

He accepted the fork earnestly and picked a slice of meat from the side of the bowl before placing it into his mouth carefully.

Even though Aaron had praised the food, the assistant still couldn’t bring himself to believe that the bowl of stew was delicious. Mr. Aaron must’ve been starving. Anything would be delicious to him!

Without warning, the meat melted inside his mouth.

the taste was slightly spicy, it

inquired, as though he had prepared the dish

his composure. He stuttered, “I-It cannot be

to his feet, he declared, “I shall get the owner

then!” Aaron waved him away. When the second dish was served, he continued gulping down the food. His antics soon

did a good

he had starved for

You were the same earlier! Now that you’re

 

 

in his country, everyone ate in silence. It suddenly

his thoughts when

less than five people had

darkened as he pulled out his

he spoke in Turlenese. “Hello,

Chanaea?” An elderly but terrifying

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