Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire novel Chapter 822

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.

It was tender and fresh. Though the taste was slightly spicy, it was still acceptable.

“How was it?” Aaron lifted his chin and inquired, as though he had prepared the dish himself.

It took the assistant a while to regain his composure. He stuttered, “I-It cannot be described in words.”

Rising to his feet, he declared, “I shall get the owner right away!”

“Off you go, then!” Aaron waved him away. When the second dish was served, he continued gulping down the food. His antics soon attracted the other diners’ attention.

“Maureen’s Kitchen did a good job. Look, a foreigner’s here!”

“That foreigner looks like he had starved for ages. Ha!”