Heath fell into thought. Generally speaking, a chef ought to treat all ingredients equally, but Heath really recoiled at the thought of caterpillars. Although he knew some places had a custom of eating caterpillars, those were varieties with almost no hair on their bodies. Then Heath realized he had overlooked something: Rowlet had said it wanted bugs, but it had never said what kind. Birds probably liked earthworms and such too, right? Heath thought that was quite likely.
"Actually, I have another way to solve this problem. I just don't know whether Rowlet will accept it." Heath rubbed his chin. Strictly speaking, even if Rowlet could accept something like earthworms, Heath had no way of finding one for it. Again, it was too late. At this hour, aside from hospitals and the Officer Jenny Building, practically everywhere was already closed. Of course, some restaurants stayed open around the clock, but would a place selling bugs be open twenty-four hours a day? Certainly not.
So Heath felt that using his second approach was a pretty good option. That approach was to use his skills as a chef to make something resembling a bug. This wasn't to say that being a chef awakened some incredible ability; there was no battle aura or magic involved. But as a chef, Heath could make "meat" out of something that wasn't meat. Of course, this meat was somewhat different from what people normally meant by meat.
There were things like vegetarian meat, for instance, or making tofu taste like fish and plating it to look like fish as well. Some highly skilled chefs could even make that fish look exactly like real fish. Heath hadn't reached that level yet, but bugs weren't particularly complicated to begin with. Even if Heath casually made a bug and served