The attendant said, "Sir, you are not dumb, it's just that they are too cunning... They know all too well that you can't resist delicious food, yet they still tempt you with food of all things. Sir, how about I take some time off to secretly learn from the cook. Let's escape once I've mastered the craft..."
The corner of Yang Si's mouth twitched.
His tastebuds had been spoiled by the cooks of Fengyi County. If he left, surely he would die of hunger.
Which would be worse, to die of hunger or to die of exhaustion?
It was a difficult choice.
As a foodaholic, Yang Si decisively chose the latter, for the former was too torturous.