After eight in the evening, in the Moretti family's dining room.
As he looked at the shallow soup left in the bowl, Benson raised his hand to cover his mouth to give a satisfied burp.
"Although that was our third time eating it, I still find it delicious. The sourness and sweetness of the tomato and the chewy texture of the oxtail blends into a perfect and unique flavor. Klein, I'm sorry that the Blackthorn Security Company caused Tingen City to lose such an outstanding chef."
Melissa leaned backwards in her chair and nodded in agreement silently.
"This is because you have yet to try real cooking." Klein smiled humbly. "If we have a chance in the future, let's head to Bonaparte Restaurant on Howes Street for some authentic Intis cuisine, and also to Coastline Restaurant in the Golden Indus borough for some southern delicacies."
