At Siebold's invitation, Mingyou was shown into a private dining room. Siebold even offered to waive the cost of his meal, but Mingyou refused. He hadn't sunk so low that he needed to owe someone a favor over something like that.
The private room was lovely. Compared with the restaurant's lavish, aristocratic main hall, it felt much calmer and more natural. A faint fragrance drifted through the air, soothing both body and mind.
"Nice view!"
Mingyou walked to the window. From there, he could see Prism Tower rising over Central Plaza, its lights gleaming against the night. It reminded him of his hometown, Levincia, where even with the lights off at night, it still felt like daytime.
Siebold stood by the window too, but he was more interested in discussing Mutant Crops with Mingyou than admiring the view.
As a top chef, he now used those fruits and vegetables in almost every dish he made. But there were so many varieties, and differences in quality could change the finished dish. He still hadn't fully figured out these ingredients.
"Well..."
Mingyou broke into a cold sweat when he heard what Siebold wanted to discuss. He didn't even know where the universe ended. How was he supposed to know all this? He just grew and sold the crops. Everything else was beyond him.
Fortunately, he was the one who had produced those fruits and vegetables. He remembered every variety, the effects of different qualities and mutations, and even the varieties he had never put up for sale.
So whenever Siebold asked him something, he believed just about anything Mingyou said. If Siebold tried to dig deeper, Mingyou immediately steered the conversation elsewhere. In the end, he managed to bluff his way through.
"I've learned so much! No wonder you're the expert who