"Mr. Stone, here are your Mapo Tofu and Chongqing Spicy Chicken. Enjoy." Heath brought the freshly prepared Mapo Tofu and Chongqing Spicy Chicken over to Mr. Stone, set them down, and spoke with a smile. Stone couldn't help swallowing.
In fact, Mr. Stone had already swallowed several times, but he had been discreet enough that even Nami, sitting across from him, hadn't noticed. Now he swallowed again, because the aroma was simply too enticing. The intense scent whetted his appetite, giving him the urge to eat something. The two dishes also looked perfectly suited to his tastes, prompting Stone to give Heath a surprised glance.
Heath smiled at him and politely explained how to eat them, then returned to the kitchen, showing no intention of standing by and watching.
Stone had previously heard his son say that Heath's cooking seemed to possess a kind of magic: he could make food whose flavors were especially well suited to the people eating it. Take Steven, for instance. Heath's simple dish of Xidoufen and Youtiao, with the two combined, had practically danced on Steven's taste buds, leaving him feeling immensely satisfied.
Steven was the young master of the Devon Corporation. What delicacies hadn't he tried? Yet very few could win him over, just a handful of dishes. Without that particular texture, even food made from the Hoenn League's finest ingredients couldn't earn Steven's approval.
But now Steven had found another restaurant he truly loved. Knowing his son's personality well, Stone knew that his darling boy would probably be eating at Heath's food truck every day for the next few days.
At first, Stone had been skeptical of his son's claims. He had thought that, because his son was the Champion, this clever young proprietor had secretly looked up his son's preferred flavors online,