As Lin Chen sliced the venison steak, Bartel craned his neck to peer at the cut.
When he saw the charming, tender pink color, he visibly sighed in relief and nodded with satisfaction.
He might not have known much about the culinary arts, but he was certainly an expert when it came to eating.
If a perfect medium-rare steak wasn't a tender, slightly bloody pink in the center, it meant the chef's skills still needed work.
Sure, they were in the wild, but that was no excuse for poor culinary performance.
Seeing this, his confidence in Lin Chen's craft clearly rose a notch.
'This guy's accent… he's clearly not a North American native. Probably here for work or school, and he still has a bit of an accent.'
'From the Asian clients I've dealt with, they're usually not familiar with hunting and are almost never good at wilderness survival.'
