Zane was starving—hungry as a wolf. So, the moment Shelby handed him a bowl, he began to devour the well-cooked meat from the massive cauldron, bite after bite, like a machine on overdrive.
"How is it?" Shelby asked casually.
After swallowing down a hearty chunk, Zane grinned. "It's heavenly. Shelby, if this coaching career of yours ever fails, do me a favor—open a meat restaurant in Whistler Town."
It was clearly meant as a compliment, but Shelby frowned at the word fail.
"Oh, come on," Zane laughed. "Can't take a joke? I'm praising your cooking! Besides, nothing's going to happen to you—not while I'm around. You protect me now, but someday... I'll return the favor."
Shelby smiled from ear to ear and waved his chopsticks. "Enough with the nonsense. Just eat your fill."
