Inside a room on the second floor of the Filly Restaurant, the boss sat behind a table, holding a journal that the beggar had written. She had read this notebook numerous times but still went back to it from time to time.
Filly sighed as she closed the journal. "How am I going to face him?" she wondered aloud, referring to the beggar beside her restaurant. A beggar? Filly smiled knowingly. How did a 'beggar' know all these recipes? The more she thought about it, the more she was certain that he was not a beggar but a Wanderer who had seen the world. He knew ingredients and dishes that even her chef, Temor, hadn't heard of. There was a high possibility the beggar had learned it from somewhere far away because if the ingredients were just from neighboring cities, she would have known them already.