A Comforting Meal

The portions at this restaurant are indeed very large; there's no deception involved.

It is definitely not the kind of deceptive marketing that "maliciously defrauds consumers" or claims that "the actual product shall prevail."

Galan originally thought that the "large steak" on the menu would be similar to the small, quick-cold steaks he used to eat, but he didn't expect to order five. When Lake brought them out from the kitchen on a small plate, the scene was quite spectacular.

It's a really big and filling meal!

I've never taken this much food at a buffet before...

Five large, freshly grilled steaks, stacked up like a small mound of cooked meat, were placed in front of Galan.

Lake's control over the cooking time is superb; he can maintain the tender and juicy texture of the meat even when the skin is covered with a thin layer of charred crust.

The aromas of black pepper and onion mingled with the rising steam, filling his nostrils without reservation.

"Hey buddy, please enjoy your meal and savor the soul-stirring dish I've prepared for you." Oh, thank you.

After returning to the front desk to retrieve the tableware, Lake stood beside Galan, bowing slightly with a faint smile on his lips, which instantly brightened anyone's mood. While juggling the roles of chef, manager, and waiter, he also provided ample emotional support; for this alone, Galan had already given him a very high score.

With high expectations, he reached for the silver fork next to his plate and skillfully picked up a piece of steak. The rich juices dripped out as the steak was lifted, but Galan didn't feel any greasiness. Instead, it made him even more hungry. Perhaps it was because Galan had been preparing for this bite for a long time.

Am blew on the steak and then took a bite.

Huh!? Ugh!

It smelled so good, he almost cried.

I have never eaten such delicious food since I came into this world.

Did he actually move this "most talented gourmet of the century" to tears? Lake, you look at Galanria, who is eating with great relish, and you seem to be attracted by the steak on the plate as well, with drool involuntarily dripping from the corner of your mouth.

Since the desserts she had ordered hadn't arrived yet, Lia could only watch him wolf them down, feeling a strong urge to eat them... but unsure how to bring it up...

Actually, I feel mostly grateful to the person in front of me for saving my life.

When they actually started spending time together, she didn't know how to do it.

There are so many differences between humans and Elves, and she knows nothing about humans, let alone the "partner" the other party mentioned earlier. What kind of relationship would that be like?

What does "love" feel like?

"Want some food? You've been waiting for me at the Inn for so long, you must be starving!"

Galan's voice was like a gentle breeze stirring the curtains, brushing against her heart. Her slightly lowered head, lost in thought, had clearly caught his attention. "Are you alright? You seem a little distracted."

"I can't help it, "Galan asked with concern.

"It's nothing... um... I'm just a little hungry..."

"I knew it! If you're hungry, just take something from me. Don't be so reserved when you're with me."

It seemed that she hadn't noticed anything wrong with her. Galan breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the frowning and thoughtful look on her face, he thought that Lia had fallen back into the memory of the previous tragedy.

He pushed the plate towards Lia, muttering to himself, urging her to try it quickly:

"You know what, this Lake doesn't look that old, but he's really got some skills. I'm not bragging! Maybe he really is a genius chef of this century, just like he says." Galan said, while busy putting meat into his mouth, carefully analyzing his tasting experience and evaluation.

That carefree and unconventional attitude made Lia feel genuinely relaxed and unburdened.

It feels like he's an old friend you can casually vent about everyday things with anytime, anywhere; you've known each other for a very, very long time, until the end of time.

She remembered seeing other humans before, but none of them had ever given her this feeling of complete freedom from resistance. Looking at the plate that had been moved in front of her, she decided to give it a try. She picked up a piece with her fork and slowly brought it to her mouth, taking a small bite.

The meat is very tender; the moment you bite into it, the rich, flavorful juices burst forth.

This amazing deliciousness was just as delightful as when she had the bread at the Inn before.

"Hmph, looks like Frog wasn't wrong about us. This place is really good."

Judging from her appearance, Galan knew that she suited Lia's taste perfectly.

"Gentlemen... your desserts are here."

Suddenly, under Lia's delighted gaze, Lake's slightly labored voice sounded behind Galan. Compared to before, Galan felt that his steps were also somewhat slow, as if he were weighed down by a pair of iron balls.

"Dessert?"

He subconsciously turned around to look, somewhat puzzled as to why the other person's voice was trembling. But when Galan saw the enormous plate that Lake was holding, he instantly understood. It seemed that Lia had ordered every dessert in the store, so much so that Lake's large tray couldn't hold all the colorful dishes.

"Lia... how much did you order?"

Galan asked, slightly unsure, "I was actually prepared, but when I actually saw it, I still couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache."

He's even starting to wonder if this meal will empty his wallet.

"Yeah, I just told him about all the things I wanted to eat."

Lia didn't seem to care much about this detail; her only focus was on her craving for food.

As Lake placed bowls of desserts in front of her, Lia didn't hesitate to start with the Mercury Pudding.

The slippery pudding was smoothly torn open with a silver spoon, and then Lia put it into her mouth.

The cool touch stimulated the tip of her tongue, where the cherry and the perfect amount of frosting melted together like snow in spring.

So delicious!

In the past, she rarely had the opportunity to eat human food in her tribe. She usually ate grilled fish and wild fruits, let alone this kind of dessert that she could not resist.

"This restaurant is indeed very delicious."

She spoke these words as she ate, her expression completely natural, a smile unconsciously appearing on her lips.

Upon witnessing this scene, Galan's earlier unease vanished.