"Look for Boss Mag at night?" Vanessa was a little shocked when she heard what Abraham said in the horse-drawn carriage.
"Yes. Boss Mag said that he knew a thing or two about dental care, so he agreed to help you take a look." Abraham nodded, but was also a little suspicious of Boss Mag, so he said, "He's a chef, after all, so he might not be able to give you any good advice."
"I believe him since he can make such good food," Vanessa said with a smile. Although she only had a few bites of the eggplant with garlic sauce that had been on her mind, the two sets of tofu pudding still made her extremely satisfied, and she already had her view on Boss Mag's culinary standard.
A gourmet who could defy anything impossible with shocking creativity and innovation. He was the best present God could bestow upon a chowhound.
She had to admit that she was already smitten.
