Ethan chose to have dinner at a Feng Cui restaurant, but the dishes were entirely unsatisfactory, nowhere near as good as those at Wenster's family restaurants.
This made him think that perhaps he should open his own restaurant, like Wes's Bluebird.
"So, what advice do you have for me this time, Mr. Azertu?"
Ethan merely sampled a couple of spoonfuls of soup before putting it down.
Azertu was similar; he seemed to immigrate from the Old Continent and was a Cloze from there. Yes, that place teeming with savages. Yet he became a first-class inventor, a pioneer of electric power — a legendary tale in itself.
But he probably couldn't avoid his love for meat.
So Ethan ordered two servings of roasted meat for him.
Sure enough, Azertu ate a few more bites, then smiled and said, "Can't I just meet a friend? I thought we were already quite good friends."
