"That sounds good, but let's put a pin in the collaboration talk for now. We can chat when we have time. The beef's getting cold."
Mr. Beef, who hadn't gotten a taste in the last round, was already being driven mad by the fragrant aroma of the beef in his bowl. He was in no mood to think about work.
He first speared a few slices of beef and rolled them around in the rich sauce, making sure it coated every crevice, before stuffing the whole thing into his mouth.
Then, he experienced a satisfaction like never before.
As he chewed, he finally understood why his dad had been giving him such a hard time earlier.
Dividing two plates of meat among four people left far too little for everyone. It was barely a mouthful each.
If it were him, he wouldn't want another mouth at the table taking a share of this delicious beef either.
"What cut is this? It has the fragrant aroma of the fat, but the texture is also incredibly soft and tender. I can't even tell which cut it is from the shape."
