"Mr. Heath, your cooking really is wonderful. Anyone who became your companion would surely be very happy." Meanwhile, Mr. Stone had finished his meal. He wiped his mouth with relish, then spoke contentedly. Heath hurriedly stood up and smiled at Mr. Stone, thanking him for the compliment.
Stone looked at Heath with satisfaction. It had been a long time since Mu Jin Stone had eaten food this delicious and so perfectly suited to his tastes. As he grew older, his taste buds had gradually dulled, and eating had become a routine for him, like watering a plant. Stone felt that his only purpose in eating was to stay alive and healthy. Yet here in this little restaurant today, eating these simple ingredients, he had unexpectedly found a sense of enjoyment he had not experienced in a long time.
That numbing heat danced on his tongue, and the silky tofu slid down his throat with the rice, instantly sending a wave of warmth surging through him from the inside out. Then there was the fragrant, spicy Chongqing Spicy Chicken. Stone had initially worried whether his teeth could handle it, but one bite revealed that the chicken had an excellent texture, making it immensely satisfying.
Stone had eaten plenty of luxurious ingredients, and he had tried some unusual ones as well. Although they certainly tasted good, almost none met his personal standards for satisfaction, which troubled him greatly. But now, Stone had discovered a good restaurant.
If I have time over the next few days, I'll come here for a meal. Stone quickly made his decision. In his old age, he felt so attached to everything in this world. He longed to savor delicious food. Besides, the Devon Corporation was already big enough, and Stone wanted to make his own life a