Chapter 42: Please Follow the Game Rules

"Dark cuisine?"

Duan Mingyuan didn't even look up, his speech somewhat muffled by the severed finger he was holding in his mouth, "I just don't like wasting food and I'm always up for trying new things."

Jiuyue didn't respond immediately; she squinted at the tomato sauce smeared at the corner of Duan Mingyuan's mouth, which she had accidentally caused earlier.

She was a monster, with taste buds far more sensitive than humans', and she had always had absolute confidence in her palate.

Jiuyue was certain the severed finger tasted atrociously bad, even if she disregarded the bizarre texture of the maple sugar and tomato sauce, the quality of the maple sugar itself was so poor it was outrageous, sickeningly sweet; the hotel obviously was going for gimmicks completely neglecting the taste of the food.

But perhaps they never anticipated that someone would discover a severed finger in their fries and still nonchalantly keep it in their mouth.

The great Ogre boxer Mr. Mingyuan.