However, his smile disappeared when he took a closer look at the food.
A moment ago, he caught the scent of animalsâ internal organs.
He thought it was the food ordered by the next room.
However, when the waiter carried the food over, the smell floated in through the doorâs gap.
But little did he know, they were all ordered by Karina!
Every plate looked like it was filled with animal organs.
âWhy arenât you eating? Try this.
Chinchulin.
Itâs really good.
â
Karina put some of the chinchulin into Barlowâs bowl.
The dish consisted of roasted beef small intestines.
The flavor was crunchy and oily.
It was a signature dish of the restau
rant.
The dish was enjoyable for those who didnât mind it.
Unfortunately, Barlow had a strong dislike for intestines.
Staring at the intestines before him, he couldnât shake the thought that they were once filled with waste.
Despite being cleaned, his subconscious resistance remained strong.
âIf you enjoy them, go ahead and have more.
Iâm not really hungry,â
Barlow said with a smile, and casually took a sip of his drink.
Karina noticed his subtle frown.
Suppressing her laughter, she filled his bowl with soup.
âLost your appetite? Try some soup first.
Itâs called tripas a moda do porto, made with tripe.
Have a bowl of soup to warm your body.
â
Then she placed the soup in front of Barlow with a smile.
This soup was well-known, primarily consisting of tripe and potatoes, and also included sausages, carrots, and beans.
However, the taste of tripe was something Barlow couldnât accept.
Staring at the oily soup, he felt disgust.
Was it possible for him to refuse it?
âWhy arenât you drinking it? Donât you like it?â