Tatar beefsteak, French-style pan-fried John Dory, foie gras, oyster cups, baked snails, Maringouin chicken, Bouillabaisse...
One after another, the authentic French dishes were served, and Lin Feng found not only his appetite being greatly stimulated, eating messily with gusto. Old Cai was no less enthusiastic, having emptied several plates in front of him—really digging in!
After nearly an hour of feasting, the lavish French meal eventually came to a perfect end. Old Cai, while wiping his greasy mouth and patting his stomach contentedly, said to Lin Feng, "Lin Feng, my young friend, I owe it to you! It's been so long since I've eaten this heartily!"
"How come? Grandpa Cai, you have a French chef hired at home, can't you eat whenever you want?" Lin Feng also wiped his mouth and responded with a smile.
"That's different—before, I wanted to eat but couldn't. My body just wasn't up to it! But today, I feel like I've returned to my youth, and could eat a whole cow in one sitting!"
