I Became the Cute One in the Troubleshooter Squad

It was an awkward time for a meal, which might explain the near-empty restaurant floor we arrived at after taking the elevator.

After all, high-end restaurants were likely wrapping up lunch service and preparing for dinner by now.

It made sense that no one else would be eating at this hour—who dines at such a time?

So, after wandering around for a bit, we decided to settle on a buffet restaurant.

It was the type of place where you could eat as much as you wanted for a fixed fee until your time was up.

Of course, it wasn’t particularly fancy or exclusive since it didn’t require a reservation.

But being a restaurant within the hotel meant the food quality was surprisingly decent.

“Wow... There’s delicious-looking food everywhere—chicken, shrimp, beef... Man, I’m drooling.”

Meats, seafood, noodles, bread, Western dishes, Chinese, Japanese...

The buffet didn’t seem to have a specific theme—it was just filled with all kinds of dishes.

Sure, prioritizing variety often meant compromising on quality.

But with my modest taste buds, quantity mattered more than quality.