"I'm dying. Don't tell me you can actually serve up a plate of shit?"
Hearing the two of them deliberately building suspense, Fang Mo waved a hand without a care. "...Whatever it is, just bring it out!"
"Really?"
Komatsu asked again uncertainly, "Th-then, I'll go prepare that ingredient, okay?"
"Go on, go on."
Fang Mo waved him off casually, completely unconcerned about what he might bring out.
"Go already, Komatsu!"
Seeing Fang Mo's unconvinced expression, Toriko urged his chef on as well. There was a hint of gloating on his face. "...Hurry up and let Fang Mo taste that thing too. I can't wait to see his expression!"
"Understood, Mr. Toriko."
Hearing Toriko's words, Komatsu finally nodded. Then he turned to Fang Mo and said, "Um, Mr. Fang Mo, please wait just a moment..."
After saying that.
Komatsu quickly turned and left the restaurant.
While Komatsu was gone, Fang Mo turned his attention back to the dining table in front of him.
As mentioned earlier, Komatsu had arrived pushing a food cart, so several steaming dishes were now laid out on the table.
Among them, only two dishes really caught Fang Mo's eye. One was Soap Bubble Fruit, while the other was something like a steak. The entire slab of meat was covered in beautiful marbling and seared a rich brown on the surface. It looked quite tempting.
But Fang Mo wasn't focused on the steak itself.
Instead, his attention was on the golden garlic clove used as garnish atop the steak.
Perhaps due to all the overeating he'd done over the past few months, Fang Mo had developed some opinions of his own about food. He had even gained something akin to intuition.
So, in the back of his mind, Fang Mo sensed that the steak beneath was more