What did it feel like to do something with no chance of success? Heath did not know the answer, but looking at the quiet Mr. Naoki beside him, he seemed to understand. At the very least, he could see no prospect or hope of success for this customer. While waiting for his meal, Mr. Naoki spent most of his time staring into space, sitting right there in a daze. That vacant, bewildered gaze made one sigh inwardly. He clearly only needed to give up, yet Mr. Naoki kept finding "trouble" for himself here. Sometimes, it really made one want to ask a question.
Was it worth it?
Heath even felt that Naoki himself probably knew there was little chance of succeeding at what he was doing. After all, Blaine should have told Naoki everything before, yet Naoki still persisted. Heath no longer knew what exactly kept Naoki going. Was it his perseverance, his unwillingness to accept defeat, or something else?
Looking honestly at himself, Heath felt he could never do something like that. He would have given up on Cinnabar Island long ago and gone to a big city to enjoy life as a rich heir.
"Master, can you really make that dish that guy wants to eat?" May asked curiously from beside Heath. She had initially felt great sympathy for Naoki, but after learning what he wanted to eat, she could not help growing curious. Could a dish like that really be made? In the end, she could not contain her curiosity and asked. Hearing her question, Heath understood why she would ask, so he nodded, indicating that this world did indeed contain a dish that sounded too unlikely to exist.
What did Mr. Naoki want to eat? Heath looked at the stones in his wok with a complicated