1389 Journey

No one would hate a person that praised, especially a cook.

When the praise was sincere and true, the praised would be utterly happy.

"You can come whenever you want to eat my dishes, but not now. I only cook one dish a day, so you better book your place before you come," Boss Dao said with a smile.

His tone now sounded friendly, not the courteous kind that hid estranged feelings.

"Okay." Kieran nodded.

He was okay with reasonable rules, and moreover, he had his own rule as well: never eat for free.

"If you have any trouble, contact me. I'll help you within my reach, consider it meal money."

There were only a few who could reach Starbeck's cooking level and since this current dungeon world had no Starbeck, Kieran didn't mind spending effort to taste more dishes from a master with similar level.