Aaron frowned. “Don’t judge a dish by its appearance!”
But you didn’t seem to like the dish when it was first served, his assistant mused silently.
Of course, he dared not say it out loud.
Aaron gave him a fork. “Try it. You’ll find out why I want to buy the restaurant.”
His assistant was surprised. In Turlen, the strict social hierarchy meant that a servant would never get to share his or her master’s food.
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