Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

Chapter 679: Chapter 68: How to Properly Increase Favorability_3

“Let’s head to the next place,”

Bolun suggested.

His entire fortune wasn’t just limited to a pie shop.

Although he might not be able to buy the whole ‘Memory Street’, gobbling up every eatery on ‘Memory Street’ was exceedingly easy for him.

Once he had a plan, he would follow through.

With such conviction, Bolun immediately led Jason to the next restaurant.

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“Lord Jason, this is a barbecue joint, their specialty is grilled pork belly, and their oysters are not bad either, with a perfect mix of minced garlic and fat—it’s truly delicious.”

“Lord Jason, this is a butcher’s shop, they specialize in pork cutlets, but I recommend the bear jerky.” @@novelbin@@

“Lord Jason, this is a rumbaba shop, it’s an old-timer’s recommended traditional snack, mainly made of milk, somewhat similar to yogurt, but with more coconut shreds added.”

“Lord Jason, this is a fried chicken place, a new outlet of a fast food chain, I don’t have any particular recommendation here as the store across the street is just the same. They are like twins, wherever you find one, you’ll find the other—either on a street corner or right across.”

…

Jason’s presence alone on ‘Memory Street’ was quite a spectacle.

And when he had eaten at so many places, it naturally drew even more attention.

Even though he paid for his meals, there were still many eyes on Jason.

He didn’t mind it at all.

And Bolun?

He felt the same.

When he first chose to do this, he had thought about what might happen.

Moreover, he had prepared a series of plans—including backup plans.

He wasn’t afraid of being noticed.

What he feared was not being noticed enough.

After taking Jason to every edible establishment on ‘Memory Street’ and declining the corner chocolate shop, Bolun led Jason towards a flight of stairs.

“Although you’ve already been, ‘Tonio’s Restaurant’ is still the most worthwhile place on ‘Memory Street’, so I saved it for last,”

Bolun said as they walked into the restaurant.

Is this the last one?

Jason was taken aback.

He hadn’t felt like he had eaten that much, had he?

Was this really the end of it?

“Welcome, Jason.”

“And Bolun, Emily too,”

Tonio, wearing a chef’s outfit, greeted them with a smile.

Bolun and Emily returned the courtesy.

Compared to other ‘Mystical Side fellows’ who were disdainful, mocking, or ill-intentioned, Tonio was undoubtedly the kindest person they had encountered, which is why Bolun and Emily reciprocated his friendliness.

“Table for three?”

“Okay, please wait a moment.”

Tonio said and then turned toward the kitchen.

Bolun and Emily sat on one side of the table, with Jason on the other.

Jason looked towards the kitchen.

Bolun smiled silently, saying nothing.

Emily anxiously glanced at Bolun.

Why hasn’t he said anything yet?

This is the last place, right?

Emily grew increasingly restless with worry.

Meanwhile, Bolun sat there as if he had fallen asleep.

Time ticked away, second by second.

Tonio served up a special dish.

Then, the special dish was finished.

But Bolun still hadn’t said a word.

No, it wasn’t that he hadn’t said anything, he was earnestly discussing Tonio’s exceptional culinary skills with Jason.

“Even though this isn’t my first time, Tonio’s cooking never ceases to amaze,”

Bolun praised.

“Yes, the dishes Tonio makes definitely rank in the top three of all the meals I’ve had,”

Jason nodded in agreement.

“Have you been to ‘The Epicurean Pavilion’?”

“The cuisine there is said to be even more delectable,”

Bolun inquired.

“I’ve heard about it from Delbon, but I’ve never been. I hear it’s quite hard to get a reservation,”

Jason replied truthfully.

“Would you like to go?”

“Leave it to me,”

“I think having a supper after dinner is a nice choice,”

“Don’t you agree?”

Bolun smiled as he looked at Jason.

“Right,”

Jason nodded without any hesitation.

“Then leave it to me,”

“I’ll make a call and reserve a spot.”

Bolun said as he stood up and walked outside.

Standing at the entrance of Tonio’s Restaurant, Bolun dialed his personal butler’s number.

“It’s me, take care of something for me—”

“Buy ‘The Epicurean Pavilion’.”