The dishes were finally ready. Mason and his wife emerged from the kitchen, carefully balancing the plates, each representing the restaurant's legacy. They set them on the table with a mix of nervousness and hope.
Ethan could feel the weight of their anticipation, but his focus remained on the food. Jessica and the chauffeur sat beside him as they were surprised to be included in the tasting. Ethan had insisted—they weren't just his assistants today; he needed honest, unbiased opinions.
The anticipation was thick as Ethan picked up his fork, carefully taking a bite of each dish, starting with the Seafarer's Delight. His face remained impassive, but his mind was alive with new insights, thanks to the Tongue of the Divine.
Jessica and the chauffeur followed his lead, sampling the dishes individually.
Ethan paused, turning to Jessica and the chauffeur. "What do you think?" he asked, his expression calm.
