Frank snorted. "Oh, that''s not all. I''m tearing down your stall too!"


    And with those words, Frank kicked down the stall, knocking over all the beef.


    No one felt sorry for the butcher, as they all knew he deserved that much.


    And seeing that they were not concerned at all, the butcher realized that he could not stay.


    "Just you wait!" he snapped. "This isn''t over yet. You''ll pay for this!"


    And with that, he turned to run, leaving everyoneughing behind him. "Make him pay? How? He''s a coward through and through!"


    Leaving the market, Meg was pursing her lips as she turned to Frank. "Sorry, you wouldn''t have to deal with that if not for my stupid craving."


    "Doesn''t matter. That man had to be punished for his actions!"


    Meg smiled and nodded. "Guess you won''t be epting my apology. So how about lunch instead?"


    "Sure. It''s rare for Ms. Quill to treat me to a meal. I have to make it count."


    Soon, Meg took Frank to a small restaurant. There was nothing special about it on the outside, but as soon as they entered, a vorful aroma came swirling around them.


    Frank''s eyes lit up and turned toward Meg, who giggled. "Hehe! I''m not the one who usually pays for meals, but aside from the beef, that homestay owner also told me about this gem only locals know of. The pasta and beef pot roast are the real deal and are said to be better than what''s in town. Don''t look too surprised."


    Frank smiled but said nothing.


    Meanwhile, the owner saw them, but instead of weing them, he glowered and growled, "What are you having?"


    Meg''s heart skipped a beat.


    It was not like she would demand they treat customers like gods around here, but what was that look for?


    Still, it''s understandable. Since small restaurants like these would not get much business, and with a


    sour-faced owner like that, the food must be heavenly if itsted until now!


    As such, Meg bore with it and said, "Two pastas and two beef pot roasts!"


    "Just wait for a while," the owner said and headed to the kitchen to start cooking.


    Meg beckoned at Frank to sit while whispering, "That almost killed didn''t think that the owner


    be to


    this mean." Content belon word meet


    "Then why are you still here?"


    "Just think about it! He''s still in business even with that typus-like face. That


    must mean the food is amazing!"


    Frank was left at a loss of what to say to Meg. Was she a masochist?


    Nheless, the pasta was soon served, and the owner snapped, "The pot roasts would have to wait!"


    "Sure!" Meg replied, but she was scowling as well.


    Once the owner left, Meg gestured at Frank to start eating right away.


    With the first bite, Frank could actually tell that it was special.


    The pepper used was special, and the aroma of the herbs used


    distinct. Even the texture of the het


    noodles was special, having been ground from local wheat.


    "So? I''m right, aren''t I?" Meg eximed in delight.


    Frank chuckled. "Don''t celebrate just yet!"


    Just as he finished, the owner came with the beef pot roast, mming it on the table.


    "That''s all we have!" he snapped as he left.