220 Travel to North

"This is kinda chewy…" a certain boy holding a slice of meat on the stick with a deep frown on his face while chewing his meat reluctantly.

"I think it's overcooked….." he complains again.

"It's a bit salty too" he grumbles with an upset look.

'Hello, Masterchef!'

Lory's mouth twitches "That's how rustic taste all about!" she lied through her teeth without blinks

The boy puff his cheek "I don't like it, can I have the food on the box again?" he asked for another bento box again, sadly this woman didn't know anything about cooking he will never ask her to cook anything anymore.

"For someone who lives in a jungle you quite picky, don't you" Lory raised his eyebrows but she gives the boy another bento box from her spatial ring, secretly she agrees her cook is not good, the boy quickly accepts the box happily.

"Hey, how long I've been unconscious?" Lory asked.