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.

Though the taste was

inquired, as though he had prepared the

the assistant a while to regain his

“I shall get the

was served, he continued gulping down the food. His antics soon attracted

Kitchen did a good job. Look,

foreigner looks like he had starved

laughing. You were the same earlier! Now that

 

 

lively meal, for back in his country, everyone ate in silence. It suddenly occurred to Aaron that

was engrossed in his thoughts when his

people had his

as he pulled out his phone. The

breath, he spoke in Turlenese. “Hello,

you’re in Chanaea?” An elderly but

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