Returning home, Eric was surprised to see a familiar figure at the door. It was Tara, Old Jack's apprentice whom he had met at the Halun merchant group that day.
Seeing Eric, he nervously and awkwardly rubbed his fingers: "Teacher wants to discuss culinary arts with you, so he asked me to come. Those beastmen said you were here. Sorry to intrude abruptly..."
Hearing a stream of apologies, Eric felt unbearably annoyed and raised his hand to stop him from speaking: "Stop, stop, it's fine, no intrusion. But your teacher discussing culinary arts with me? That's a bit strange."
It wasn't just strange; it was ridiculous. How could Eric not know his own level? He only knew how to cook a few home-style dishes. His knife skills were only practiced a bit here to look nicer; before, his shredded potatoes looked like french fries.
