"Just eat. No need to flatter me."
Although he hadn't taken a chef exam yet, Nash was confident he could pass as a tier 1.
As for tier 2, with some accumulation, it should be possible.
Still, aside from satisfying his own taste, he had no plans to pursue such a path.
Cooking was too tiring. Just serving a few dozen people was more exhausting than fighting thousands of carrion beetles.
"If you ever open a restaurant, let us know, Boss Noir. Even if it's expensive, I'll pay."
"That's right! Eating your food feels completely different from what we usually have."
"Hahaha, I told you so," William muttered proudly, stuffing two skewers into his mouth.
"If I ever plan to do that, I'll tell you…"
While they were eating, Lawrence returned from scouting the area.
"Huh~ You're already eating? Let me try some."
Without any pretense, Lawrence sat beside them and took a skewer.
"Oh? This is delicious! I never thought I'd enjoy something like this in the Dark Plane."
