Late at night, inside HOTEL GOURMET, the gourmet hotel directly under IGO.
On the ninety-seventh-floor observation deck restaurant, Fang Mo sat at an enormous dining table with Toriko and the others.
The vast table was laden with every kind of exquisite delicacy: whole birds and beasts roasted over charcoal, all kinds of salads, steaks, seafood stews, countless snacks, and the finest liquor.
Countless waiters pushed dining carts around.
They brought freshly prepared, steaming-hot food to the table.
Toriko sat on a chair that was clearly several sizes too small for him, holding a knife and fork as he Feasted.
"Mmm, mmm, this is delicious!"
He cut off a huge piece of steak and stuffed it into his mouth. After chewing it twice, he tipped back his head and swallowed it. In just a few bites, he cleaned off the food before him, then poured an entire bottle of whiskey down his throat and let out a satisfied, hearty sigh.
"Mm, it really is..."
At the other end of the table, Fang Mo was tasting the same dish.
On his plate was a steak roughly four or five centimeters thick. Its surface bore a beautiful, glossy, golden-brown sear. Half of it was lightly wrapped in soft vegetables with a creamy texture. After grilling, the vegetables released cheese-like juices that mingled with the steak fibers and the broth from the outer vegetable coating, making it look utterly irresistible.
And in truth, the taste was indeed astonishing.
Unlike its rugged appearance, the steak's texture was unbelievably tender and delicate.
Once it entered the mouth, a few light chews made the muscle fibers burst with sweet, abundant juices. Combined with the outer coating of vegetables carrying a faint cheesy fragrance, even Fang Mo raised an eyebrow.
"Esteemed guest."
Seeing this, the waiter beside him