The man seemed to realize his words were inappropriate and hurriedly apologized, "Sorry, sorry, it's a habit from my job."
"A habit from your job? What do you do? A Taster?" Jason couldn't help but ask upon hearing this.
The man took a few more bites of meat, seemed to regain some strength, and then shook his head, saying, "Of course not. I am a traveling chef."
COUGH, COUGH, COUGH... COUGH.
Opposite him, Alka had just taken a sip of water upon hearing this and ended up choking, coughing madly. Seeing everyone's gaze turn toward him, he waved his hand. "Sorry, I choked. Please, continue."
What's going on? I just made a wish, and it's already coming true?
Alka was somewhat baffled. A traveling chef—it somewhat matched the wish he had just made. This made it hard for him not to think in this direction.
Speak of the devil... Heavens... I mean, the Holy Mother is so straightforward?
He decided to listen further to this man's background.
