The dinner lasted deep into the night.
Several chefs were so exhausted they could barely stand without assistance.
A look of questioning their life choices was evident on everyone's face.
They'd seen big eaters, being chefs themselves.
Lord Gerard was a big eater, with an appetite three times that of an average person.
That lady boasted the appetite of a burly man, which was also admirable.
But compared to Jason,
the two of them really weren't much.
It was as if he had a bottomless pit for a stomach; no matter what went in, there was no sign of change in his abdomen.
At first, the chefs pursued finesse, roasting the meat in pieces.
Later, it turned into roasting whole sheep.
Yet even then, the speed of roasting couldn't keep up with Jason's eating pace, and ever since he acquired the "Tooth Enhancement" passive Talent, the days without spitting bones were simply too marvelous.
Crunchy.
The meat was crisp and tender.
The tendons were easy to chew.
The marrow was soft.
