"Why are you all staring at me? My gods—are you really being picky about beef? We're all servants, not nobles. Even if it looks strange, if the lord told you to eat literal dung, you'd still have to eat it."
Meg immediately scooped up a piece of beef with her spoon and, with the resolve of someone marching to their death, put it into her mouth.
The next moment—
Her taste buds were instantly conquered by the unique flavor. The beef had been carefully marinated, seared and fried to a crisp exterior and tender interior, every bite bursting with rich juices. The dry-pot cooking method greatly elevated the texture of the meat, while the vegetables absorbed the beef's essence and returned it with their own fresh aroma.
Perfect. That apple purée, almond paste, stewed cured meat garbage? Utter trash.
No wonder the lord never liked eating.
Meg fell silent for a long moment, then forced out a pained expression. "By the Goddess… this is awful. I'll go throw it away."
