"Understood, Young Madam," Tristan replied as he pulled out a small notepad and quickly jotted down the order. His gaze then shifted to the cured meat.
Upon hearing Kisha's words, the stall owner's eyes lit up, and he puffed out his chest with pride. Kisha had just complimented his product—and the recognition moved him so much that he nearly teared up. He had poured his heart into perfecting that cured meat, hoping it would become the highlight of his stall.
He never expected it to have such a remarkable effect, let alone be considered a special item. Those were usually high-value goods, and the fact that his was being treated as one made him feel like he'd just hit the jackpot. He could barely contain his joy.
Then, the ever-curious Jason stepped forward and examined the hanging cured meat. At first glance, he didn't see anything unusual about it. Sure, it looked delicious and had an amazing aroma, but he couldn't quite grasp what made it so special.
