Translated by: ShawnSuh
Edited by: SootyOwl
The table was not too big or small. When the chef offered him the tea, Ho Sung took a seat next to him and drank it.
'I wonder what kind of tea this is?' Ho Sung wondered as he savored the deep, subtle aroma of the tea, followed by a soothing sensation.
"So, to what do I owe the pleasure?" the chef asked. Putting the cup down, Ho Sung sat up nervously and replied, "I'm currently serving under a master and I wanted to know if you would be interested in cooking for him as a private chef."
"A private chef, huh? You're not part of the Institute as far as I'm aware. Who is this man you're serving under? A man of wealth, perhaps?" the chef replied. Then, with a hardened expression, he put his cup down quietly and added, "My plan is to spend what's left of my life studying cuisines I've yet to familiarize myself with. That being said, I have no intention of working, earning more money or fame."
Smiling bitterly, the chef kept on, "I'm not su