Aaron frowned displeased and said, "How can you just look at appearances when judging sothing? Shallow!"
"..." However, when this dish was first brought up, the young master was also wearing a face of disgust.
Of course, the assistant didn’t dare to say these words out loud.
In the next instant, Aaron tossed a pair of chopsticks over and said, "If you don’t believe , eat it and you’ll see. Once you’ve tasted it, you’ll understand why I want to buy this restaurant."
The assistant was taken aback.
In the Kingdom of Trevia, hierarchy is strict, and the food eaten by the masters is off-limits to the servants.
With a face full of reverence, the assistant picked up his chopsticks and placed a piece of at from the edge into his mouth.
Of course, even after Aaron said that, he still didn’t believe that this ssy-looking dish could be tasty; he thought the young master must be hungry and found everything delicious.
Just as that thought flashed through his mind, the taste of the at had already spread in his mouth.
The at was tender and flavorful, with a slight spicy taste, both aromatic and succulent.
"How is it?" Aaron lifted his chin to ask, wearing an expression as if he had cooked the dish himself.
The assistant took a while to co back to his senses from the delicious taste, stamring, "I can’t... describe it in words."
The next mont, the assistant stood up and said, "I’ll go find the restaurant owner now!"
"Go ahead." Aaron waved his hand, and right at that mont, the second dish ca up, causing him to once again devour it ravenously, drawing curious glances from other guests.
"This Luna Restaurant is truly remarkable, it’s attracting even foreigners."
"That foreigner looks like he’s never had a al in his life. Hahaha..."
"You’ve got the nerve to laugh; you were doing the sa just now. Now you’re full and started laughing at others."
The diners relaxed and chatted freely, sothing never seen in Aaron’s past experiences. Where he ca from, als were never discussed, but at this mont, Aaron suddenly felt that if a few friends get together to chat and joke during a al, it might actually be one of life’s pleasures.
Just as Aaron was imrsed in this lively atmosphere, his phone rang abruptly.
Less than five people know his phone number.
Aaron’s expression darkened as he took out his phone, and his face appeared even more sullen upon seeing the caller ID.
He took a deep breath, answered the call, and spoke in Trevian: "Hello, Grandma."
"I heard you’re in Cathaysia?" The elderly voice on the other end was frail, yet inexplicably carried a hint of gloom.
Aaron responded, "Yes. I’m executing the task given by Father."
"I don’t care what you have to do there; first, you must fulfill the mission I give you." The old woman’s voice was full of pressure.
Aaron was compelled to agree, "Please tell ."
"Go to Goldbloom No. 111. There is a woman there; you must arrange for her to leave Cathaysia. She is wanted by the Cathaysian authorities, and I need you to help her disguise and prepare a fake identity."
"Yes."
"Don’t just say yes; go right away! Ti is of the essence, and I need her out of Cathaysia today."
"Yes. I’ll take care of it now."
After the call ended, Aaron stood up and looked away from the third dish that had just arrived, feeling agitated.
Anything involving Grandma always turned out to be particularly troubleso, caught between his father and her, he had no choice but to fulfill tasks given by both.
At that mont, the assistant hurriedly ran over.
"Young master, they say the restaurant isn’t for sale, but they gave the contact information for their owner."
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