“You’ve never had pepper steak? Wow…”
The Lecher looked at me with exaggerated surprise. There are times when even surprise can have an agenda—and in his case, it was clearly to mock me.
Honestly, I’d only heard of proper pepper steak. I’d never actually eaten it.
Food varies from region to region. How the hell would I have eaten them all? I’m someone who trains in martial arts, not a chef.
“No, I haven’t. I’ll be fine as long as there’s Tangcho Richuk. I’m having three plates today.”
“You never get tired of that damn Tangcho Richuk? You eat it every damn day.”
“I’ve got about seventeen more years to go before I’d get tired of it.”
