Several months later, at the top-floor restaurant of an IGO-affiliated Gourmet Hotel.
"Fang Mo, what do you think of these dishes?"
Toriko sat across the dining table, wearing a somewhat inscrutable smile. "These are delicious dishes I went to great lengths to find. Since we're finally meeting again after so long, I thought I'd treat you to them today..."
"Good stuff?"
Fang Mo glanced at the rather plain food on the table, seeming less than interested. "This obviously doesn't fit your style, does it?"
And Fang Mo was indeed right.
The things on the table could hardly be called delicacies from land and sea, nor were the portions particularly large. There was only a jug of unknown liquor, several pieces of cheese in a wooden bowl, a cherry tomato, several grilled fish, a small bowl of something resembling miso soup, and a bowl of rice.
Honestly, calling this style plain was almost an understatement.
Toriko usually had an enormous appetite. Every meal had to be a wild feast of all kinds of exotic delicacies. He even slept in an edible candy house, and whenever he woke up in a good mood, he would eat the house itself.
So when a glutton like him said he wanted to treat Fang Mo to a meal, only to bring out this little... anyone with eyes could tell something was off, okay?
Even if the ingredients did smell wonderful—the rice, the cheese, even the cherry tomato was sparkling—Fang Mo had spent the past few months eating voraciously through Gourmet World food. A Xue had thoroughly spoiled his palate, so he really was not interested in these things.
"Huh?"
After hearing Fang Mo's doubts, Toriko subconsciously scratched his head. "...Was it really that obvious?"
"Isn't that obvious?"
Fang Mo rolled his eyes. "I've spent the