Inside the restaurant, Ryan and Elias ate venison and drank delicious venison soup.
"So, I wasn't lying to you, it tastes pretty good, right!"
After downing a mouthful of hot soup, Elias looked smug and asked Ryan.
"It really tastes great."
Ryan nodded.
The taste of the venison soup is truly exceptional; it is incredibly delicious, especially in this cold weather. Drinking a bowl of hot venison soup is simply an unparalleled pleasure.
"Right? Don't you even know who recommended it? Anything that I, Elias, find good is absolutely top-notch!"
Seeing the satisfied expression on Ryan's face, Elias said proudly.
Just then, three men with fierce expressions walked in. They glanced at Ryan with veiled suspicion, grabbed one of the servants, and asked him questions.
"What good food do you have at your restaurant?"
"Our specialty is venison soup."
Startled by the fierce looks on the three men's faces, the servant said nervously.
"Three servings of venison soup, please."
