Frank nodded. "Of course. We don''t have to make the trip either—I''ll just ask Jouri to record a video."


    Drunken Moon nodded. "Thanks!"


    Alda then went up to her. "It''s rare for you to visit, Your Excellency. Why don''t you stay for dinner?"


    Drunken Moon nodded again, not shy at all. "In that case, I shall take you up on your kind offer!"


    As evening approached, Jada and Moxxi were suddenly gettingpetitive again, with the former making cucumber sd and thetter colew.


    Both were side dishes, so both were using each other of being copycats and insisted everyone tried both-the loser would have to do the dishes.


    It was an awkward scene, as they were all friends who were they supposed to side with?


    Talk about a rock and a hard ce!


    "Ms. Ingram, whose dish is better?" Jada asked as she slid a spoonful of her sd and Moxxi''s colew.


    Speechless, Alda turned to Frank.


    Jada raised a brow. "Why are you looking at Mr. Frankton? Just be honest. We won''t get offended!"


    Alda was still speechless, since these two were being sopetitive. And what if they actually felt insulted?


    "Alright, that''s enough!" Frank snapped, as he had the authority to lecture them as their superior. "Go out and make it apetition with others as a judge. Everyone here is stuck with everyone else, and who knows how they''d be harassed from perceived slights!"


    Jada and Moxxi had that in mind too-was it not much fairer to get someone impartial?


    As such, they did not hesitate to head out, carrying the entire table.


    It was a festival night, and everyone. was out to watch the fireworks. They beckoned at everyone passing by, calling out, "Don''t miss it! Fresh sd and colew! Gotta try it!"


    "Don''t worry, it''s all free! Just rate it after you''ve had a taste!"


    While some were reluctant to get involved, there were those who enjoyed the vibe —and it was free on top of that.


    Even if people hated taking the lead, a second soon followed, and soon,


    countless had tried and rated both dishes.


    To no surprise, Jada won!


    "That''s unfair! Everyone must be used to the local style of cooking and won''t favor anything foreign. I demand a rematch!"


    Having just won and seeing that Moxxi was overreacting, Jada felt generous. "In that case, we can have


    a rematch. We''ll both cook the same dish-how about that?"


    "Of course!" Moxxi nodded. "But you don''t get to choose the dish-we''re drawing lots!"


    "What? Aren''t you putting it as if I''d bully you?"


    "We''ll see!"


    The kept arguing even as


    they returned to the homestay, but they soon got a solid box and threw in pieces of paper containing the names of various dishes.


    Frank was the one who drew from it to avoid cheating, sighing. "There''s really no stopping you two!"


    Despite that, he was happy to y along.


    Taking out a piece of paper, he showed it to everyone: it read pulled pork.


    Even a local like Jada had trouble with that, let alone Moxxi.