Mr. Ono had moved on. At least, that was what Heath thought, and he felt the actual situation was probably much as he imagined. However, Mr. Ono had left one problem behind: the plate of Resurrection Lettuce and minced meat fried rice in front of Heath, which had taken him some effort to make. Although Mr. Ono had finished his meal, the fried rice looked exactly the same, even still steaming, which piqued Heath's interest.
Heath scooped up a small spoonful of fried rice and held it near his nose for a sniff. He could smell its pleasant aroma, but nothing else. He rubbed his chin, intrigued. After all, if a ghost had eaten something akin to the dish's soul, what would the food left in front of him be like?
With that thought, Heath intended to try a bite, but then he considered that this was a customer's meal, after all. Wouldn't it be a little strange to taste it himself? More importantly, if he ate a bite, would that count as eating Mr. Ono's leftovers?
After thinking it over, Heath took out his Ingredient Identifier instead. He wanted to see whether using it on the plate of fried rice in front of him would reveal anything.
[Fried rice that has been eaten by a ghost. Nontoxic, edible. Although this plate of fried rice still smells delicious, its interior has actually spoiled and rotted, leaving it unfit for normal consumption. Ghosts always cause this problem when they eat. Fortunately, there are not many chefs capable of serving ghosts.]
Heath froze for a moment. Good grief, it actually couldn't be eaten anymore, and it had even spoiled and rotted inside? He really hadn't expected that. He had personally selected all the ingredients, and they had definitely been good,