Inside the Dan Street Apartment.
Angelica propped her legs up on the sofa, reaching out to pull her damp blonde hair out of the towel, and used a pump-style hangover cure on herself, saying with a wry smile.
"Recipe? I didn't hear wrong, did I."
"Yep."
John lay half-naked, hands behind his head, with a headband in standby mode still hanging around his neck.
"Fresh food is expensive, and the menu prices are definitely not cheap. Spending so much money can't result in mushy soup poured into quick meal bags handed to customers, right? Well, at least it should be something proper served on a plate..."
He stared at the ceiling, his mind wandering to the scene when Oulos took him to meet the senior management of Gaia Cells.
The company's executive, who cooked personally, used ingredients that were quite shocking—replicated human tissue. But the dining atmosphere and the appearance of the food still left a deep impression on him.
John genuinely believed at that time:
