Chapter 175: Burnt Dreams and Wagyu Flames
"Eat up! Everyone, just eat as much as you want!"
MEM waved her tongs triumphantly like a conquering hero, though her eyes carried the sorrow of a general sacrificing her own army.
If she had to treat them, then she would do it with flair.
Eat. Flip. Laugh.
Turn financial trauma into appetite.
(つ╥﹏╥)つ $$$
RIP MEM’s wallet.
Yukima Azuma sat across from her, as cool as ever, leisurely adjusting the flame on the grill.
After observing for a moment, he noticed that MEM was flipping the meat too often—causing it to dry out, shrink, and waste those beautiful fat-marbling patterns.
With a casual but decisive motion, he reached over and snatched the tongs from her hands.
"Leave it to me. You’re murdering the Wagyu."