Sam sat at the table as he ate the roasted rabbit and some grilled skewers.
"You really are good at cooking. I have a subordinate who is also great at cooking. Your styles are a bit different, but you are more or less on the same level. I would like to see who will do better someday."
He complimented the chef as he drank the wine.
The chef acted as if everything is normal. But that slight tremble of his hands whenever he is serving Sam or whenever Sam is talking to him, he is either afraid or excited about this whole thing.
"So, why can't you cook the chicken stew?"
"It is a complicated dish and it takes a lot of time. I cook it overnight every day. So, it is impossible to cook something like that on the spot and there are also limited ingredients.
