Chapter 32: Rainy Wednesday

The next morning, a fine rain once again enveloped South Los.

Wednesday was not a day off, and people began their usual bustling routine.

Arthur brought the beef that had been slow-cooked overnight to the table, with its clear broth shimmering with a layer of oil on top, and the beef itself already tender.

After tasting a dice-sized piece of beef, Arthur contentedly squinted his eyes.

Although not comparable to a real chef, the food one makes always scores extra points, amplifying its deliciousness by 1-10 times over the original base.

The magnification depends on the level of hunger.

This morning's beef had expanded fivefold.

And when Arthur had cooked the noodles, the expansion factor rapidly reached tenfold.

Green onions and cilantro were sprinkled on the beef noodles in the bowl, the vibrant green and pristine white beautifully complementing each other, Arthur, having waited for so long, couldn't help but pick up the bowl and take a sip of the soup.