"This Ice Moon wine tastes truly excellent." Zheng Bei raised his goblet in praise. "Paired with Snowflake Dragon meat, it's absolutely a rare delicacy."
"It's more than that, isn't it?" Da Bao speared a thin slice of meat. "This meat contains the emotion the chef poured into it. It seems the chef has indeed been living quite comfortably. With a shop like this, where customers are received entirely automatically, I assumed even the meals were fully automated. Apparently, that isn't the case. The chef must be a renowned master. As expected of Ice Moon City."
"It is my honor to receive your praise." At that moment, a middle-aged man wearing a traditional chef's hat and white chef's uniform approached them. "Ice Moon City is, after all, the imperial capital of a nation and not far from the Sacred Land Ice God Tower. It has always been one of the Yangshen Alliance's foremost cities. If I wished to establish myself here, my skills were the only thing I could rely on."
"So you're an Ice Element Divine Descender. I never expected such an important figure to be content running a small shop." Wang Haochen gave him a few appraising glances.
The man before them appeared to have some Dwarf Race blood, yet he lacked the stereotypical thick beard. Not even a trace of stubble remained on his face, making him look exceptionally clean.
"I only became a Divine Descender when I was over six hundred years old, so I'm hardly a genius." The middle-aged man smiled. "Over my lifetime, I tried many professions and even studied at the Magic Chef Hall. In the end, though, I chose to open my own shop. At the beginning, I didn't have enough money to open a large establishment in Ice Moon City, where every