Eliron walked out of the restaurant with a stomach the size of the eastern continent.
Rice tasting… It had gone a little better than expected.
Although Yennefer had eaten far more than him, her stomach had not even increased in the slightest. It was as though she was a black hole that instantly swallowed anything within an inch of it.
"So, which of them was your favourite?" Eliron asked Yen who had the recipe book they purchased in her hand.
"They are all good. But if I have to pick one, it will be, hmmm…." She breathed out as she considered her options.
"Hmmm…"
"HMMMM…"
Her humming intensified. "I can't decide."
"What do you mean you can't decide? They were all shit!" The sword demon interjected.
"These people have absolutely no idea how to cook rice! As a Japanese man who has eaten the best, it was highly deplorable!"
"You didn't even taste the food…" Eliron gave him a dumbfounded look.
"I don't need to taste it to know."
