Cam's hands froze, his eyes swirling as he suddenly said.
"In this hot weather, I'm afraid it'll melt! Look, the surface is already slightly melted. This is a dessert made by a Michelin chef himself, so we should eat it before it melts, right? It would be such a waste otherwise."
"That seems to make sense?"
The customers who initially wanted to wait to eat the fried ice with the teppanyaki skewers were suddenly convinced by his words.
The chef made it in this form, so it must mean that it tastes better this way. If it melts, it'll just turn into a puddle of juice, won't it?
Seeing everyone starting to eat their fried ice, Cam secretly breathed a sigh of relief, once again scooping up two slices to ease his tongue that was already numbed by the spice.
Although spicy, there was an urge to keep eating it.
"Spice is a kind of pain sensation; you just have to get used to it. I guess I haven't gotten used to it yet!"
