Meanwhile, Nathan, Ethan, and Joe were resting at a shaded wooden table in the quiet corner of the Vastocean Courtyard, devouring the scrumptious feast Dylan had prepared for them as a reward for their hard work during the grueling lunch rush. Steam rose from platters piled high with tender, fire-roasted meats, fragrant herbs, and steaming bowls of seasoned grains.
"Oh my heavens!" Ethan screamed out as he reveled in the deliciousness of the food he just ate, clutching his cheeks while a look of pure euphoria spread across his face. "The flavor of Boss' food is just incredible!"
"Just the food he serves as is already more than worth the day job," Fat Joe exaggeratedly said, smacking his lips loudly and patting his round stomach with a heavy satisfied sigh.
"If that's so, then I'll just ask Boss Dylan to give me your wage then!" Ethan grinned while playfully reaching over to snatch a piece of succulent pork belly off Joe's plate.
