Chapter 90

After filling his belly, Denton stopped frowning. He closed his eyes, as if ruminating on the delicious food.

"The roast chicken was juicy and delicious," he said. "I could even taste the fragrance of the rice."

"The tonic drink was mellow and green. Although it looked ordinary, the taste was refreshing."

"The rice noodles exuded the natural fragrance of rice and were chewy. It was a unique and enjoyable experience."

"Also"

Denton, sounding like a gourmet, continued his review of each dish. Almost all received excellent praise. After his tasting and review, he slowly opened his eyes, looked at Claire, and said, "Claire, I haven't eaten such a delicious meal in a long time!"

This wasn't mere politeness; it was heartfelt praise. Denton, a prominent businessman, was tired of eating delicacies. He even preferred simple dishes like sandwiches, salads, and milk. He believed that food resembled life: after achieving wealth, even someone who suffered greatly early in life would long for simplicity. The same applied to food—after many delicacies, simple, clean food tasted better. The rustic food Denton was eating was precisely that, and he considered the meal indescribably good.

Claire nodded repeatedly. "Yes, Grandpa! I also think the chicken, noodles, and tonic drink were great!" She licked the chicken flavor from her thumb.

Everyone in the restaurant was stunned: the waiters, Harlan, and several shocked bodyguards were speechless. They'd never seen their boss devour food like that. Their surprise was compounded by the rumbling in their own stomachs as they watched Denton and Claire eat. They longed to try the roast chicken, rice noodles, and tonic drink.

Noticing his bodyguards swallowing, Denton said to Harlan, "Mr. Harlan, please serve my bodyguards the same food as we had."

Harlan reacted a moment later, his face brightening. "Yes! I'll go right away!" He happily went into the kitchen.

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Sophia, cooking in the kitchen, was baffled by Harlan's happy expression. "I thought Mr. Carter didn't enjoy the food! Why are you so happy?" she asked with concern.

Harlan grinned. "How can you say that? They ate everything! They loved the food!"

Sophia's eyes widened. "Really?"

"Yes! Mr. Carter just ordered more for his bodyguards."

"If a wealthy man like Mr. Carter likes our food, do you think that means more people will like it?"

"Come on back to work! His bodyguards are waiting!"

"Yes, let's cook right away!"

They immediately resumed cooking. Soon, the rustic food was served. The bodyguards ate cautiously at first, but soon removed their sunglasses, their eyes filled with disbelief. They hadn't expected the rustic food to be so delicious! Their hunger intensified, and they lost control, eating like a pack of wolves—far more voraciously than Denton and Claire. As each dish arrived, the bodyguards fought for it, leaving only empty plates.

The waiters were astonished. Harlan and his wife couldn't keep up with the bodyguards' speed. When the bodyguards were finally full, thirty empty plates piled on the table. They'd eaten like horses, leaving a mess. They burped contentedly, savoring the food, wondering when they'd last tasted such a delicacy—perhaps years ago, evoking childhood memories.

It took time for the waiters to recover, slowly clearing the table, wondering why their guests seemed starved for days.

Harlan, finished working, emerged from the kitchen.

Chapter 90 (Continued)

He was happy to see the satisfied bodyguards. He and his wife had, needless to say, done well again. A chef's greatest reward was seeing someone enjoy their food.

"Mr. Harlan, please come here," Denton called.

Harlan attentively approached. "What else can I do for you, Mr. Carter?"

Denton patted the chair beside him. "Please have a seat. I want some cooking tips."

Harlan was flattered that the prominent Oakhaven businessman wanted his advice. He sat down modestly. "Mr. Carter, I'm not sure about my 'tips,' but I'm happy to share what I know."

Denton smiled. "I just want to know why the roast chicken, rice noodles, and tonic drink tasted so good."

"It's simple," Harlan said solemnly. "The main reason is the natural ingredients. We feed the chickens farm-fresh crops and vegetables, so the chicken meat is naturally delicious. Unlike chicken farms that use artificial ingredients."

Harlan knew that the most challenging aspect of rustic food was the ingredients. All-natural ingredients could create fabulous dishes. Newhaven Commercial Plaza supplied all the ingredients for Evermore Diner, ensuring quality and deliciousness.

Denton nodded. "I see. The secret is the ingredients!" He enjoyed the meal and promised to visit often. Then, turning to Claire, he said, "If you want to invest in Evermore Diner for its rustic food, let me know. You'll have my financial support." He left, his bodyguards following.

Claire's face lit up. "My grandpa also agrees that rustic food and natural healthcare will be a huge business!"

Note: I removed the final nonsensical character sequence. I also standardized the chapter numbering, which seemed inconsistent in the original text. The phrase "rustic food of natural healthcare" appears awkwardly; depending on context, that might need to be rephrased. I also made some minor stylistic choices for better flow and readability.