'Oh, come on, those jerks. Just because I accidentally snagged a little extra last round, they have to get their revenge immediately?'
She licked the lingering shacha sauce from her lips, staring with a hint of envy at the thick mountain of beef on Mr. Beef's father's fork, slathered in sauce.
At that moment, the man could see nothing else. It was as if the only things in the world were the beef before him and the thick sauce that dripped endlessly from it.
With that one bite, the unique pleasure that comes only from devouring a massive mouthful of meat immediately washed over him.
Unlike a thick-cut steak, the stacked layers of thinly sliced beef had absorbed an immense amount of broth and sauce. The tough, fibrous tearing was gone, yet it magically retained the satisfying sensation of eating meat.
