At once, a unique but delicious taste spread all over his mouth. The beef stroganoff was authentic but better than those restaurants that specialized in it.
Glenn couldn’t help but taste the sauce again. Compared to his previous nonchalance, he was serious this time.
It was just a bowl of noodles, but it tasted creamy but fresh at the same time. Every ingredient had come together as one, creating a very unique taste.
“How is it, Chef Quigley?” Arielle flashed a grin as she waited for Glenn’s answer.
Glenn said nothing for a while before he picked up the plate and started gobbling the noodles down in big mouthfuls.
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