"This texture! This taste! How can it be so delicious!"
Noah's eyes widened. Tears welled up in his eyes uncontrollably, and soon slid down his cheeks.
This scrumptious sensation was simply too touching.
This food made a grown man weep, and ripped the shirt of a 700-year-old man. Was this the test of humanity…
"A grown man weeping over a tiny dessert," Merante said disdainfully.
Noah sniffled as he reminded Merante, "Then pull up your shirt first, Grandpa. Take care of your image."
The tiny salted egg yolk pastry went into their stomachs soon.
The two of them looked at each other, and saw the unfulfillment in each other's eyes.
If it weren't for the fact that they couldn't go out now, and they were embarrassed to ask Boss Mag for more, they could easily eat another 10.
"Come, let's eat." Noah took out the braised chicken, sat down, and started eating.
