The black pepper and cinnamon powder were evenly spread across the lamb shank but the initial roasting fire was too great, causing the outer layer to be charred yet the inner meat was still a little bit raw.
Especially the essential part of the lamb shank, the tip of the bone where the fat and leaner meat converged, it was reeking with the smell of undercooked meat and hard for one to eat.
Kieran held on and finished the food in the plate and waved at Gluttony.
Gluttony who was already restless jumped on the spirit-like owner, pressing him down and tearing him apart.
It was respectful to finish the food despite how terrible it was.
It was compassion to scold the chef when the food was terribly prepared.
Gluttony of the cardinal sins simply chose a more direct way.
Dok, Dok, Dok.
After crossing the fork and knife on the plate, Kieran's finger was tapping on the table again.
Seconds turned into minutes.
