Chapter 347: The Reason for Observing Etiquette
“You’ve never had pepper steak? Wow...”
The Lecher looked at me with exaggerated surprise. There are times when even surprise can have an agenda—and in his case, it was clearly to mock me.
Honestly, I’d only heard of proper pepper steak. I’d never actually eaten it.
Food varies from region to region. How the hell would I have eaten them all? I’m someone who trains in martial arts, not a chef.
“No, I haven’t. I’ll be fine as long as there’s Tangcho Richuk. I’m having three plates today.”
“You never get tired of that damn Tangcho Richuk? You eat it every damn day.”
“I’ve got about seventeen more years to go before I’d get tired of it.”
“Incredible. Why are you so obsessed with it?”
“It’s like picking one guy and beating the hell out of him when fighting a crowd.”
“Oh, I get it now.”
As we walked down the mountain path from Manjang Gorge, the fact that we were all grown men having an in-depth discussion about what to eat made it feel like the most childish conversation in the world.
Which is probably why the more dignified ones—Drunk, Sword Demon, and White-Robed Scholar—didn’t dare join in.