"What kind of international joke was that?"
Hearing Toriko's question, Fang Mo shook his head almost without thinking. "I don't even care about people's expressions when I beat them up... so why the hell would I care about a meal's expression when I eat it?"
"Th-this..."
Toriko was visibly dumbfounded. "Huh?"
"Um, Mr. Fang Mo."
Komatsu could not help quietly advising him from the side. "Even though you really are strong, and you can regenerate ingredients, I still think you should cherish food a little more..."
"I never said I didn't cherish food."
Fang Mo immediately spread his hands. "Our mysterious ancient country of the East has thousands of years of culture. Though we were once extremely bloodthirsty and warlike, and even liked building monuments from our enemies' heads... we have always held food in particular respect. We believe food is the people's heaven, and we especially hate wasting it."
"Huh?"
Komatsu looked somewhat surprised. "I-is that so?"
"It is, it is."
Fang Mo nodded with complete conviction. "Since ancient times, we have loved food culture deeply and considered waste shameful. It's just that when it comes to the concept of 'waste'... everyone has their own interpretation."
"I never thought you'd also consider wasting food shameful."
Toriko was clearly surprised. Judging from Fang Mo's previous actions, he did not seem remotely like someone who respected ingredients or the natural ecosystem, so Toriko could not help asking curiously, "Still, everyone does have a different view of waste. For me, unless I'm going to eat it, I absolutely won't kill it... so what's your view?"
"Oh, mine might be a little different from yours."
Fang Mo shook his head. "I believe that when food tastes bad, it isn't the food's fault. It's the cook's fault."
"The cook's fault?"
Toriko thought about it