"President Corbin, look. Whether used in potato vermicelli or mung bean vermicelli, these ingredients absorb spices perfectly no matter how they are cooked. They are excellent ingredients."
Ignoring the eager gaze of the high-ranking chef opposite him, Eric waited until Corbin put down his chopsticks with satisfaction before speaking to him.
Hugh fished out the last strands of vermicelli from the pickled cabbage soup. The refreshing sour taste, combined with the meaty flavor of the bones, made Hugh swallow contentedly. Forgetting all etiquette, he nodded repeatedly in delight.
Seeing their state, Eric knew it was a success.
Corbin hadn't eaten this gluttonously in a long time. His stomach felt uncomfortably full, but for such delicious food, a little discomfort was worth it.
