Finn Taylor walked into the kiosk and took in his surroundings.
This kiosk was decorated in the 80s style, and it was very obviously out of touch with current trends.
He sat down and asked, "Is there anything to eat?"
"Just a few homemade dishes. Do you want some? I'll go and heat them up for you."
Finn Taylor wasn't too bothered by that. Although he wasn't hungry, it would be strange for him to sit there and wait for someone without ordering anything. "Just heat them all up then."
The boss returned to the kitchen, and before long, he returned with two to three appetizers.
As expected, they were all homemade.
This wasn't an official restaurant; it was an ordinary food kiosk by the roadside.
But for some reason, Finn Taylor couldn't help but feel that this kiosk's boss wasn't that simple.
Whenever this man walked, his ears would move instinctively.
