บท 150: Chapter 145. Dangling Thread

Zein wasn't a picky eater, or rather, someone who grew up without barely any food couldn't afford to be picky. 

That being said, his tongue had been spoiled with many delicacies in the green-zone, things that he had never tasted before. From the cafeteria's food to the more delectable meals that Bassena or Radia took him to, even the junk food that Han Shin ordered for him from time to time.

Among those foods, there was something that he had craved yet hadn't gotten in a while; the taste of a home-cooked meal. 

Zein could cook, just about. But his cooking skill was derived from survival; how to utilize nearly expired canned food and hunted game, or how to fix a meal in the dungeon. He could barely call it cooking, honestly--if someone should throw him a bunch of normal ingredients and seasonings, he would get confused, much more the fancier version.