It really melts in your mouth!
The dip is sweet and sour!
It completely eliminates any gamey taste from the beef!
No cooking needed, this purest form of food is simply unforgettable.
The female detective couldn’t help but close her eyes in bliss.
"Another serving, please."
Jason’s voice came through.
The female detective opened her eyes.
And she had only had one piece.
How could it be gone already?
Hui Lijing looked at Jason with fury.
Jason’s face was the picture of innocence.
As he spoke, Jason looked towards the elderly monk of Tongshou Temple.
The old monk, understanding the situation, passed his own plate of beef to Jason.
But his smile quickly faded.
Because Jason was eating too fast.
The beef that had just been served vanished in the blink of an eye.
With his own eyes, he could barely catch a trailing shadow.
The old monk was flabbergasted.
"Had there not been an accident, Jason would’ve been the winner of the ’Gourmet No.1’ eating contest."
Hui Lijing said indifferently.
"The hamburger eating contest, right?"
The old monk asked, a hint of tension in his voice.
Tongshou Temple was not far from the ’Gourmet No.1’ district.
He was acutely aware of that eating contest.
Everyone who could participate possessed monstrous appetites, terrifying indeed.
Under the increasingly anxious gaze of the old monk from Tongshou Temple, Hui Lijing nodded seriously.
Instantly, the old monk began to sweat.
He clutched the wallet inside his left sleeve tightly.
What felt like a thick wallet suddenly seemed rather thin.
Before his eyes seemed to be floating bills flying away.
And each bill seemed to cry out in the wind –
It’s over! It’s over!
After the tenth time Jason added meat to his plate, the old monk closed his eyes.
He finally understood why Jason had repeatedly confirmed the invitation to eat solely for the sake of reimbursement.
The old monk sighed inwardly.
Then, when he heard Hui Lijing’s words, he tensed up again.
"Too much beef sashimi can get cloying."
"There should be barbecued beef and hotpot as part of an all-beef meal, right?"
The beef sashimi was just the beginning; there was still barbecue and hotpot to follow!
The old monk sighed and pulled his hand, which had been clutching the wallet, and slowly inserted it into the right sleeve.
It was the card where he kept his savings for old age.
Gently caressing its hard surface, tears brimmed in the old monk’s eyes.
Why do tears often fill my eyes?
Because that is my love for life!
What does it matter if I’m retired or not.
I am still living just the same, am I not?
The old monk told himself, and then, thinking of something, he abruptly stood up.
"I need to use the phone for a second."
Saying so, the old monk hurried out.
"Hello, the ticket center?"
"Yes, that’s right, I want to cancel a ticket."
"I can’t get a full refund?"
"Only half the price?"
"Fraud, this is fraud, it’s not even past noon yet!"
"You should give a full refund!"
"A monk who serves the Buddha, the person closest to Buddha!"
"How could I possibly lie!"
The voice of the old monk was clearly heard by Jason.
Jason sighed inwardly.
Then, once again, he tried to suppress his hunger.
This was not an easy task for Jason.
If he hadn’t started eating, then restraining himself would be manageable.
But once he began eating, to restrain himself afterward…
For Jason, that required a resolve ten times, a hundred times stronger than before.
But at this very moment, that young man from the Hanakaiin Family walked into the restaurant.
Despite the bamboo curtain separating them, the young man spotted Jason instantly.
He hurried over, his expression serious, and upon reaching the curtain, he bowed slightly and spoke directly―
"Excuse the interruption of your meal, Mr. Jason."
"As an apology, I would like to host a banquet for you afterward."