Mado Kong's matter could only be considered a minor interlude for Sui Xiong, but it was also an unexpected delight.
All along, he had lacked talent under his command in the food and beverage industry. Chefs were not in short supply, of course, but as everyone knew, for dining to rise to the level of "cuisine" or "food culture," one had to excavate its cultural depths. Why was China a land of fine food? The key was that Chinese people not only loved to eat and knew how to eat, but had also eaten their way into a rich and vibrant culinary culture—one that had even become an important emblem of Chinese culture.
Back then, Sui Xiong had drooled while watching A Bite of China, and had eaten steamed buns alongside food programs. To him, food culture was not merely an interest; it was a cultural instinct engraved deep into his soul.
If there were no conditions for it, then so be it. But given the conditions, he still wanted to foster a food culture in this world as well, raising the long-undervalued food and beverage industry to the level of "culture," thus fulfilling a lingering wish in his heart.
The werewolf Milomon was a man who loved fine food. Now a legendary powerhouse, he also possessed sufficient ability to uphold food culture. But he was, in the end, a rough fellow. His study of food had always remained at the level of "tasty." Though he was already a world-renowned gourmet, and the title had even become his personal nickname, in Sui Xiong's eyes, someone who only pondered questions such as "what tastes good, how to make it taste good, and why it tastes good" would forever be no more than a cook, never a true master.
The reason food