After what felt like an eternity, Damon finally managed to clear the damn memory world and get out. That bastard had made him cut the same things many times until every minuscule aspect of it was perfect.
The worst part was that he was forcibly kicked out of the memory world before he could even take a bite of the delicious food cooked out of his hard work. The aroma was so tantalizing that Damon had been salivating the entire time, but he was mercilessly chucked out once the mission was accomplished.
The whole thing simply left a bad aftertaste in his mouth. If it were just normal food, he wouldn't care so much. But he had never smelled something so mouthwatering in his entire life, not even the best meal he had tasted.
Considering his best meal had been back in the Crimson Mountains, in one of the main families of the Crimson Mountain, he couldn't help but wonder who this chef was and how high his actual level was.
